
NEIL HAMON, Carrion,

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Jo Spence, The Final Project [Small skeleton 1], 1991 – 1992, Digital print from medium format negative, 55 x 79 cm
Sophie Calle, My mother, my cat, my father, 2017, Perrotin


emily dickinson
A soft breeze
With the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush
Contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung
On a tunnel of silent shivering trees
The ones you said you’d like to be
And the birds that screamed at the sun
Now buried deep below the ground
Beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us
I know you are behind me and I press my shoulder to this wall
Determined not to turn around
I didn’t see you standing
Still that statue that I molded in my mind to kiss
So beautiful you’ll never move again
Someplace far away
At some sad table littered with chipped plates
With bad light in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor
You said, “True meaning would be dying with you”
And though I wanted to, I did not smile
But now I will give up on this wall that I have fought with
Never uncover meaning behind our rich words
If I could I would make you a raging river
With angry rapids, plied with rain
So you could always meander
And forever be able to run away
Without contending
With myths wrongly interpreted
With pain
A harsh wind
A harsh wind
Käthe Kollwitz (1867-1945)
- Death, Woman, and Child, 1910, etching and drypoint
- Death and Woman Fighting for the Child, 1911, etching


Gina Pane, Action Posthume de L’action Death Control, 1974