pseudologics

The House of the Suicide and the House of the Mother of the Suicide.

Mother: right, son: left.

smaller than buildings, larger than models, more than sculpture, objects which combine all three. 

From:

The Funeral of Jan Palach

        When I entered the first meditation

                                                              escaped the gravity of the object

                 I experienced the emptiness,

                                                               And I have been dead a long time.

 When I had a voice you could call a voice,

                                                               My mother wept to me:My son,

                                     my beloved son,

                                                               I never thought this possible

                             I’ll follow you on foot.

                                                               Halfway in mud and slush the   microphones picked up.

               It was raining on the houses;

                                                               It was snowing on the police-cars.

              The astronauts were weeping,

                                                                Going neither up nor out.

And my own mother was brave enough she looked

                                                                  And it was alright I was dead.

—David Shapiro

Forest, Hohen Neuendorf

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