Wiels | EN

O sadness
O melancholy

I am tired as death
I prefer to close my eyes and walk into the night
Like dreams we can hardly remember

We are on the brink of the abyss
This cry echoes at the core of my conscience
I’m in danger
I have got too much to tell you (…
I refrain from offering you explanations that may expose me to an additional danger

(…) an idea after a dream (…)
(…) material claims (…)
(…) the details, the sighs, the stars, the calculations (…)
(…) a bright light (…)
(…) the only remaining hope (…)
(…) these paths, these seas, these clouds like those of a repression and an absence
(…) poetic violence

A dangerous passion, an obsession (…)
A sad and melancholy poem (…)

I say Farewell
Farewell to all (…).
Dead artists

What is a foreign artist?

[Text originally composed in French using non-intervened fragments of quotations by Marcel Broodthaers. The English translations come from a variety of printed publications, being “Industrial Poems. Marcel Broodthaers” (Wiels, Hatje Cantz, 2021) the main source.]