Tuesday, 26 December 2006 @ 12:00pm
Everything I heard in front of Maikäfer flieg by Anselm Kiefer at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

> That is creepy… it’s really creepy.

> … studies of symbology …

> These two… I feel like have so much emotion… I mean: the pain, the horror.

> A little hotsauce… wwsssshhhh! … ha ha!

>The materials, I think, are iron…
> Yeah, I think so…
> What do you think this piece is about?

>Oh, this one looks kind of similar…
> The whole town is on fire…
> Yeah… this is a big painting.

> That one’s got a great name… Marx, Berlin

> That one’s real interesting… it’s got that ladder. Going up.

> Scorched

> That tree out there…

> Stand back.
> Why?
> Stand back… can you see it?

> A localised apocalypse
> Whatever was there is utterly destroyed.
> Even the hill in the distance is bare, but for a copse of black trees.
> A tree burning, a tree burned.
> And, somehow, the smell of perfume.

> The thick black stripes here, they could be bodies, or fallen trees…

> The way the paint bulges out, I feel scared.

> When we lived in that town, I knew it would come to this.
> That they would never accept such a dictate.
> That they would rather die.

> And so it goes…
> Like nail into wood.
> Like black hair into a lake.
> And so it goes…
> With the wind and the flame.
> Like black hair into a lake.

( I sat in front of Anselm Kiefer's work "Maikäfer flieg" and listened to what people said. Here is a transcription of that, accurate or not. )

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