Another day, another book. On and on and on. Look at this one! Turn to page 38. Feel the texture of the pages. Wait this reminds me of another book. One second while I reach for it. And on and on and on. One books leads to another, until there is a pile of books. […]
documenta 14 is not owned by anyone in particular. It is shared among its visitors and artists, readers and writers, as well as all those whose work made it happen. We write incarcerated by the myth of individual authorship. Whether poetry or prose (or whatever this is) I blow out hard from these puffed-up lungs. […]