The Fog of War- Marlene Dumas
I finally took time to stop and read this poem; part of an art installation by Marlene Dumas. It hangs in a cultureless corridor filled with art, that I'd passed dozens of times on the way to my office. I wonder if I'm the only person whose stopped to read it, and if any others did whether they too shivered at the realisation of the vacuum surrounding them.
posted by Arthur Josephson @ 3:57 PM
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mr josephson, quality again!
Glad to hear bro.
Dumas is a fellow South African of yours Wayde. Here's a link to some of here paintings http://www.zeno-x.com/artists/marlene_dumas.htm.
the day i visited MOCA and read her another poem:
i am the woman who does not know
where she wants to be buried anymore.
when i was small, i wanted a big angel on my grave
with wings like in a Caravaggio painting.
later i found that too pompous.
so i thought i'd rather have a cross.
then i thought-a tree. i am the woman who does not know
if i want to be buried anymore.
if no one goes to graveyards anymore
if you won't visit me there no more
i might as well have my ashes in a jam jar and be more mobile.
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