At the end of a summer residency at Primary, Nottingham, Forager Collective cooked a meal that derived ingredients from the un-translatable in food that were either inspired by, or were representative of the practices and rituals of Commons in India.
The conceptual meal was preceded by a reading performance of a text work, ‘There Are No Words’ developed in the past week. The performance was in collaboration with theatre practitioner Sooree Pillay. The text referenced language – the “signature” of culture – and its complete inadequacy in recent times to be able to relate the self and the community to the natural world, and examined scenarios of what occurs when appropriate language is wholly absent.
Whose inadequacy is the lack of appropriate vocabulary?
This meal is reminiscent of a folklorish people. Call it more rustic than the sophistication of social order and structure, if you will. Each dish has an ingredient that I have no way of translating. If it came to the technicalities, there are of course words, but I could not tell you what they actually “mean.”
There are experiences of landscape that will always resist articulation. In this culinary geography, in the un-translatable, maybe we could invent a language without various lines.