lara goldmann

Isolate to a Controllable Space
some are somewhere and then they leave. you have been standing in this room and still don’t understand. something is off but you swear there was something the other day you tried to be. the chair fell over and there was nothing left to say. people are drawing lines while you are watching on and the room is getting smaller. you leave but there is nowhere else to go. if you could say something now you would say there but you know someone else would say you said here and the space in-between would disappear and then is there anywhere there to be and be and perhaps then you think and get up and leave and they can keep drawing lines but you are somewhere else already.
someone explained lucid dreams. there was the bass and there was the drum and there was the trumpet and you sat under the bypass and felt the vibration of the cars driving across and you closed your eyes and you felt their wheels and swish swish swish a lucid dream and you felt like you escaped but there is still the room and the chair someone is standing behind the podium preaching something but you stopped listening a long time ago and anyhow the podium is very high and the preaching something voice cannot look over it and so whats the point they wanted safety and got isolation and perhaps the quiet that is screaming in our face is the last sentence before we leave this place and go to another one
motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker
are you talking to me
images so silent you can feel their vibration
the sonic
of a place framed
so to escape the horror and the beauty
silent
have you been here before
motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker
what if there was an answer to your discomfort what if you had a word for that which you cannot grasp and which wont let you go so you kill it kill it before it can get closer for you know there might not be an answer to your discomfort but it has something to do with the silence patiently looking at you and all you can do is look back and see yourself isolated because because because you know because and you would try to control this situation but control is what got you here and though you know there is beauty you cannot speak of it nor of the quiet that scares you nor of the discomfort that could change everything if only there was an answer but see it is the answer and now really what is one supposed to do with that
speak of the space, speak of the chair, speak of the curtain, speak of the place
speak of the ceiling oh so high
and the steps oh so steep
speak of the chair
a chair is a chair is a chair
even after the curtain drops
there is a stillness in dance
that defines the escape
if you don’t understand that
you don’t understand anything
this is not what you asked for or anyone for a matter of fact but that would be hard to accept so the we sits down the we claps and the we takes another step and another step but its never enough, the palace we built the knowledge we performed the belonging we imagined
and where has it brought us a room full of leftovers a room filled with unheard voices, a room
someone closed the door and you are not sure if you are inside or outside
but it is very quiet and you look a the silence and the question it is and the answer it is
a room
and where did everyone go
and then
someone had some words on
some images
like the photography of Simone Frances and how it looks at the socio-spatial environment that informs the way we move through the world, or perhaps, through worlds. the private the public and where they intersect . and how our inter-relational being is challenged , constructed and reiterate through the design of our environments. did we participate ? did we consent ? and if so where are we standing now ? and who the fuck got to the decide that. Quiet images, a beautiful doubt, a careful glance, and yes you were there and now you are here and at some point you will be elsewhere and if only you would be able to tell who that you was then and is here now but maybe some other day some other place.
isolate to a controllable space
and yes
you know what i mean