I originally embarked on the in class part of the assignment trying to create some kind of object that would reinforce the thematic elements of the piece. Other classmates had brought in food for assignments and I felt that creating something that looked disgusting, but tasted divine would aid in presenting the ideas behind Poetic Terrorism and also encompass the idea of Secret Theater, which is essentially a kind of invisible theater. The food evokes a gut response, functioning not only as a last class day treat, but also as a performance.
My friend Kate lead me to Monkey Bread, which she said "looked like crap," but tasted amazing. After browsing various websites for the recipie, I found a version that did in fact look like crap, however, my own attempt at the bread turned out a little more golden than shit brown. However, once the idea that it is supposed to look like dog excrement is suggested, it begins to take on that form regardless of appearance.