Let me live with cows.
You should look sometimes into the eyes of cows. They’re serene, quiet, round.
They’re good, so good, like medicine.
I like being with cows. I have spent much of my life with them.
You’re driving me out of my mind, you dead thinking animals!
Even now, I’m writing these angry words.
Your eyes are staring at my pens.
Your sharp voices are tapping my ears.
December 5th, 1949.
New York. Got fired. Ha, ha, ha, ha.
- Jonas Mekas in Douglas Gordon’s I Had Nowhere to Go (2016)
[This post is part of the experimental radio show called A Curriculum of Imposters: Here & Now, There & Then, On & On that reflects on the creation, production & reception of the exhibition documenta 14 within ongoing learning contexts at a public land-grab university]
