Saturday, January 16, 2010

45*21

silent people walk through the museum
suddenly "You know where we can get a sandwich?"
the lingering of someone passed gas
in the room with Anselm Keifer assemblages
"We are lost, confused. Where is the place with the sandwiches"
The finger points to the stairs
it is a distant finger coming out of eyes
a warm sensation in the stomach
all the elegies to our current times marking the end
and these Keifer monstrosities are the real markers
like earth cracking, the core of reality under it
the panic begins in the stomach, no the head
it's hard to tell. I walk and feel removed
at first I didn't want to be here
the video art was making me sick
even though the images were appealing
in these videos there is an intentional disconnect
that is very much like anxiety
when you fall prone in the office and have to be taken out
on a wheeled gurney because you think it is the big one
but then you have to come back to face the real assemblages

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