This report is taken from PN Review 218, Volume 40 Number 6, July - August 2014.
A Short Catalogue of Three Concurrent Exhibitions: Third Room
A Short Catalogue of Three Concurrent Exhibitions: What, Why and Where It Happened
Third Room
1. Where, eh, what was it? The last time? The next time? (Or is it always the first time?)
2. Where I should have lived. (Not that one. No. The one next to it.)
3. Or where I should have been allowed to live. (Why wasn’t I? (Did you do it?))
4. Where I thought I should have been quickly accepted as a valued member of their (in fact, rather tedious) community.
5. Which thousands of people must have walked through over the years, the (surely unique?) pair of us no doubt among them.
6. Where I accidentally embarked on a more than somewhat death-defying escapade, did I not, carissima?
7. Yes. I was even up on the roof here once, though I can’t quite remember why. (But then again, can one ever?)
8. Where a very good friend had a dull, dark office which I visited less than twice in all.
9. Where we heard that intriguing conversation coming from somewhere up above us.
10. Where we parked up on the roof of a supermarket south of the river, and sat talking there (about what?) for a good hour at least. [(Let me here risk pointing out the obvious, Ella. (After all, somebody has to try to do it.) Just being there was itself the most important thing.) (What? Is that it?) (Okay then. On with the great ...
Third Room
1. Where, eh, what was it? The last time? The next time? (Or is it always the first time?)
2. Where I should have lived. (Not that one. No. The one next to it.)
3. Or where I should have been allowed to live. (Why wasn’t I? (Did you do it?))
4. Where I thought I should have been quickly accepted as a valued member of their (in fact, rather tedious) community.
5. Which thousands of people must have walked through over the years, the (surely unique?) pair of us no doubt among them.
6. Where I accidentally embarked on a more than somewhat death-defying escapade, did I not, carissima?
7. Yes. I was even up on the roof here once, though I can’t quite remember why. (But then again, can one ever?)
8. Where a very good friend had a dull, dark office which I visited less than twice in all.
9. Where we heard that intriguing conversation coming from somewhere up above us.
10. Where we parked up on the roof of a supermarket south of the river, and sat talking there (about what?) for a good hour at least. [(Let me here risk pointing out the obvious, Ella. (After all, somebody has to try to do it.) Just being there was itself the most important thing.) (What? Is that it?) (Okay then. On with the great ...
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