Wonderwater—Roni Horn/Louise Bourgeois
as in the rough stream of a glacier the ice holds a splinter of bone, a blue petal, some oak trees, and rolls them on.
—Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
The librarian who doesn’t know how to read She sets the books in rows Ear Lubricant is necessary Curiosity is not (do not wake the cat, which is sleeping, understand your limits)
I make the research You make the connections
To have the energy and the persistence to to replace fear by trust or at least by by expectation
Sometimes I try to make people admit that they do not like the anatomy of a want (me) Finally, I guess they don’t
Sometimes I try to make people admit that I am portrayed by what I do not know. Finally, I guess they don’t
Ich Bin Tatsächlich Ein Haus Worin Ich Einen Platz Machen Kann
Screaming, endless screaming, uninterrupted screaming, just for the sake of emptying yourself of the pain
A germ of rage lives in you
If you would not work in the world of emotions you would not have any deceptions
Memories Take care of The fear of the past: nostalgia Take care of Themselves
7. We Don’t Go Too Far That is what fear does— it establishes the distance between the immediate and the eternal.
I know it and I am taking care of it.
Das Bett umgestürzt.
In the morning as you wake up, you come out of a bumpy night and are on the other side to write one’s sleep
it is going to be too late
Mach Leere, Leere Ich Will Eine Leere Sein
guilt—the boots of the dead
Titles and linked songs by PLU Text originally by Louise Bourgeois but rearranged by me.