Desintegration of Utopia
Destruction of Utopia
concrete, wood,
variable size,
2016.
... "And immediately it became still and mysterious round about; from the depth however there came up slowly the sound of a clock-bell. Zarathustra listened thereto, like the higher men; then, however, laid he his finger on his mouth the second time, and said again: "COME! COME! IT IS GETTING ON TO MIDNIGHT!" - and his voice had changed.”...
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus spoke Zarathustra, Part 4, LXXIX. The drunken song.
Desintegration of Utopia
concrete, steel,
30x30x25 cm each part, variable size,
2016.
Desintegration of Utopia
ONE!
O man! Take heed!
TWO!
What saith deep midnight's voice indeed?
What saith deep midnight's voice indeed?
THREE!
I slept my sleep--,
FOUR!
From deepest dream I've woke, and plead:--
FIVE!
The world is deep,
SIX!
And deeper than the day could read.
SEVEN!
Deep is its woe--,
EIGHT!
Joy--deeper still than grief can be:
NINE!
Woe saith: Hence! Go!
TEN!
But joys all want eternity-,
ELEVEN!
-Want deep, profound eternity!
TWELVE!
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