I visited the Tate Modern today particularly to experience the latest installation in the Turbine hall, Miroslaw Balka’s ‘How it is.’ It’s worth a visit and while there I wrote some words:
and i walked in to the darkness
where half the Tate Modern had been before
sinisterly drawing on my vulnerability
into its cavernous ebony abdomen
all ears to my impenetrable surroundings.
the anxious hubbub of others discovering a path
strangers finding their way
the memories of past mortals
pulped into morbid carriages and containers
dreaming of freedom
until their realisation of horror
where are they taking me?
what is going to happen?
a total historical darkness
stretching beyond the temporary
assaulting the blindness of our minds
blindness we are content with?
the alternative requiring us