I stand before you
\nOr kneel before you
\nOr stand behind you
\nOr lie underneath you
\nOr crawl between your legs
\nOr adjust my neck tie
\nThe hang rope
\nPrepare my lecture
\nI walk around you
\nSit beside you
\nTalk behind your back
\nGossip in front of your face
\nRelease my demons
\nPrepare the unimaginable
\nFlaunt my nature
\nLet us be clear
\nI am a creation of
\nKabakov
\nUnfinished
\nGone wrong
\nLike a Frankenstein
\nLeft in a corner
\nLicking my wounds
\nLoved ones
\nOccasionally coming by
\nTo see if
\nThere is anything left
\nI felt for them
\nI am a total installation
\nI am not only where I was born
\nI am where I will die
\nI am walking in both
\nDirections at once
\nWith a clear view
\nWith a clouded view
\nWith a conceptual view
\nWith no idea in the world
\nWhat direction I should take
\nAnd yet like Walt Whitman
\nI am on the road
\nWith my feet
\nFalling below me
\nWith my eyes staring dead ahead
\nWith my ears
\nOpen and longing
\nFor a word from someone
\nThat I left behind
\nLong ago
\nI am nothing more or less
\nThan a highway
\nSkirting the flanks
\nOf the great Western Ocean
\nWhere I had my first glimpse
\nOf what it meant
\nTo be a true spirIt
\nTo be a lost soul
\nTo stand alone
\nThe waves beckoning at my feet
\nI have not thrown
\nIn the towel
\nAnd called this art
\nThere is no precedent
\nTo what I am
\nI am the native son
\nThat never returned
\nAnd volumes
\nOf screams
\nThat I hear
\nAt a distance
\nOf those not yet born
\nI can still hear
\nThe whispering
\nBehind the fourth wall
\nI am resonating
\nNothing but silence
\nBut I stand firm
\nWhile liquid nitrogen
\nIs applied to my hands
\nBy a doctor in Paris
\nMy hands
\nAlways where they don’t belong
\nRiddled with blisters
\nFrom everything I left behind
\nAnd yet
\nResolute
\nAs a man
\nHolding his insides in
\nAfter they have been gutted out
\nIn an explosion
\nI am a total installation
\nI am an improbability
\nI have nothing
\nTo say to art
\nIf it has nothing
\nTo say to me
\nBut I am not
\nMy own creation
\nI was created in love
\nYes, this is true
\nBefore that I was nothing
\nThe longing
\nThe loss
\nMade me everything
\nAnd how I boasted
\nOf discovering a dead body
\nAnd the following day
\nLoving a living one
\nTo death
\nYes, loving it to death
\nAs a vow
\nAs the body floated
\nIn the pond
\nOn a lovely spring day…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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