Texts : Sisters of Mercy
(Paul Casaer)
they
were moist and warm goldenrod saccharine
could not tell time it was, what day of
the week, of the year how
did
he come ? the afternoon slanted through
the leaves
indiscernible parts of his body who
he had been back then
who he was at that
very second memories, telephone numbers
two
days or three days or four days…he couldn’t be
sure
eyes followed he watched on, wondering from where
was it morning
or
it evening? rising
or setting? where were they ?
passed
behind the foliage
face towards the east the west
they could not tell him ghosts,
bringing
Mother-of-Pearl adrenaline
their smooth arms dictated
the zephyrs in the trees and the grass
naked thighs when she moved transparent air the
ringed snake like
angels
and liquid argon
then where was
? how he defined himself at that moment
the
difference of currents of air at different heights
coming up behind him
so fragile, she cradled them were they
thinking?
oscillations of the pendulum did they have
any idea?
he
could feel that his body, although
or
adored?
Alice Evermore 2003
Entre-deux -
Paul Casaer,
Lieven De Boeck (*.LaB)
Two person exhibition Netwerk Galerij
20/09/03 > 25/10/03