The Funeral29.06.2024AS/EM Gallery, LeipzigPhoto Documentation: Jan LessmannSoundscape: Adrian Junghans The First End: The air in my room is extra sticky this night The words leaving your mouth penetrate my scars and leave them open, broken, bleeding and burning We’re pulsating in the prison of our eternal indecisiveness Crispy cotton soft silence dry mouths Salty water breaks out of my splattered body The drops flow down my skin in an impressive stream Your blurred face floats before me like an alien planet You wrap yourself around me A scratchy blanket The intuitive attempt to soothe me You whisper a few more words, each one superfluous, they immediately get lost somewhere in my bed like us just like us Let me weep over my cruel fate, And that I long for freedom And that I long and that I long for freedom “We’re okay" you tell me two hours later, dressed in black, freshly shaved, ready for yet another new beginning as I'm still lying there on our deathbed I'm in your head and can see myself through your eyes down there I lie like a huge, swollen, pale raisin Let me weep over my cruel fate, And that I long for freedom And that I long and that I long for freedom You’ve been a throbbing heat storm in my garden Leaving behind nothing but endless desert Not a breath of wind The tumbleweeds lie still I spend the day wandering around in the burning sand I could drown in my own tears But still I see the ruins the thick air the chaos the carcasses the infinity the sunbeams the two of us and the grave in front of me, there Our deep, great, joint work of art For six months we’ve been digging and digging and digging and digging My pink shovel now no longer in my hands, I had suggested you another way, it was too late You dig obsessively Your shovel cuts are aggressive and greedy, sweat beads on your milky skin And I’m watching Let me weep over my cruel fate, And that I long for freedom And that I long and that I long for freedom "I want to be free" I say to you after my desert wandering I was in my life and at the same time not at all, between doing and making and talking and thinking and crying I had called you, I wanted to once and for all say goodbye to you again, you yet again finally just wanted to hold me, we found each other again in my room and in the afternoon the dawn came suddenly Before I leave you with the hole that is ours, you kiss my face goodbye Three kisses on my forehead One kiss on each of my eyes One kiss on the tip of my nose Four kisses on each of my cheeks Your nose wanders around my face before your lips find mine We melt together in affection As you walk down my stairs, I form my fingers in the shape of a heart for you You smile at me, mysterious matchstick man I hear how you hesitate downstairs by the door I close mine And so the beginning of yet another ending.              Bury Me 0:00 /2339.659637 |
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The Funeral
29.06.2024
AS/EM Gallery, Leipzig
Photo Documentation: Jan Lessmann
Soundscape: Adrian Junghans
The First End:
The air in my room is extra sticky this night
The words leaving your mouth penetrate my scars and leave them open, broken, bleeding and burning
We’re pulsating in the prison of our eternal indecisiveness
Crispy cotton
soft silence
dry mouths
Salty water breaks out of my splattered body
The drops flow down my skin in an impressive stream
Your blurred face floats before me like an alien planet
You wrap yourself around me
A scratchy blanket
The intuitive attempt to soothe me
You whisper a few more words, each one superfluous, they immediately get lost somewhere in my bed
like us
just like us
Let me weep over my cruel fate,
And that I long for freedom
And that I long
and that I long for freedom
“We’re okay"
you tell me two hours later, dressed in black, freshly shaved, ready for yet another new beginning
as I'm still lying there on our deathbed
I'm in your head and can see myself through your eyes
down there
I lie
like a huge, swollen, pale raisin
Let me weep over my cruel fate,
And that I long for freedom
And that I long
and that I long for freedom
You’ve been a throbbing heat storm in my garden
Leaving behind nothing but endless desert
Not a breath of wind
The tumbleweeds lie still
I spend the day wandering around in the burning sand
I could drown in my own tears
But still I see
the ruins
the thick air
the chaos
the carcasses
the infinity
the sunbeams
the two of us
and the grave
in front of me, there
Our deep, great, joint work of art
For six months we’ve been digging and digging and digging and digging
My pink shovel now no longer in my hands, I had suggested you another way, it was too late
You dig obsessively
Your shovel cuts are aggressive and greedy, sweat beads on your milky skin
And I’m watching
Let me weep over my cruel fate,
And that I long for freedom
And that I long
and that I long for freedom
"I want to be free"
I say to you after my desert wandering
I was in my life and at the same time not at all, between doing and making and talking and thinking and crying I had called you, I wanted to once and for all say goodbye to you again, you yet again finally just wanted to hold me, we found each other again in my room
and in the afternoon the dawn came suddenly
Before I leave you with the hole that is ours, you kiss my face goodbye
Three kisses on my forehead
One kiss on each of my eyes
One kiss on the tip of my nose
Four kisses on each of my cheeks
Your nose wanders around my face before your lips find mine
We melt together in affection
As you walk down my stairs, I form my fingers in the shape of a heart for you
You smile at me, mysterious matchstick man
I hear how you hesitate downstairs by the door
I close mine
And so the beginning of yet another ending.