MY OZ
land,
back land,
new found land?
'
month has testing being,
old, new
like a meat stew
'
heartburn,
upset stomach,
rye bread,
ah,
that's just the old booze.
'
going to other place,
new,
eager to taste,
new stew.
'
coming back,
through still life of loud life,
else,
gives the taste of the old,
which as become the new.
'
welcome home
first time again.
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[this was written on leaflet of Roni Horn's exhibition MY OZ at Listasafn Reykjavikur on friday (late) night, - my thoughts of moving places, ps. the exhibition was brilliant]
Labels: moving, Roni Horn, thoughts
posted by Aleksur @ 07:10
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