Am Karlsbad

15:52

Today I should be writing the ‘happening‘.

‘Happening‘ is leaving the traces.



HOW THE THINGS WORK PER SE:

No, it wasn’t my intention to buy these books on this extremely cold weather.

‘Under The Snow‘ by Ilya and Emilia Kabakov reminded me more of my childhood, my days at the elementary school and the stories about the brave partisans.

Got it and then it started to snow.

After I’ve had some tea to worm me up I’ve read the poem ‘Muters’ by Allan Kaprow (1972) which completely reflects how I’m feeling today.

I’ll copy it here:



METERS

(in the hills)

carryng a cube of ice in the mouth

carryng a cube of ice in the hand

walking on



swallowing the melting ice till it’s gone

calling out: now!

walking on



waiting for the hand to hold no ice

calling out: now!

walking on



waiting for the hand to dry

calling out: now!

walking on



wetting a finger with saliva

holding it up till dry

calling out: now!

walking on



repeating till mouth is dry

calling out: now!

walking on



The only thing I would change is it’s subtitle and put instead of ‘in the hills‘ ‘in Berlin in the springtime‘.



WUI: The weather curcimstances are really bad today. Strong wind, snow falling every hour, frozen sun above our heads.

This is the day to keep the doors closed and warm myself inside.

My house is like this small park in the back. Eaten by the monster called Potsdamer Platz.