Berlin Art Show
In May, I am participating in an art show in Berlin. Berlin is a very charged territory for me. I wrote;
Berlin is a round-trip plane ticket that I cannot buy, a monster wall that stays perfectly erased.
Berlin is a willfully obliterated demarcation line. Berlin is a fear and feast of forgetting, a spectre of itself.
Berlin is a wild love in cold rooms, the loneliness of a drifter and the sting of betrayal.
Berlin is a lust for a torturer. Berlin is a denial.
Berlin is an ash-born blossom.
Berlin is a loss embodied.
Berlin is a bully of youth, a thorn of beauty and a tyranny of strength.
Berlin is a night flight from New York and a night train from Warsaw.
Berlin is a neat looking trunk haunting me with its contents.
Berlin is not what it seems.
posted by Jan Baracz @ 10:02 PM
