“empty rooms
vacant chairs
open doors
footsteps going out
somewhere
where to? who knows?
who cares?”
(R. Bastasa in Empty rooms empty chairs)
Seraing (B)
We sit inside and we play
“Play, play every day, play and play and play away, and then play
the play you played to-day, the play you play every day, play it
and play it. Play it and remember it and ask to play it. Play it, and
play it and play away. Certainly every one wants you to play,
every one wants you to play away, to play every day, to play and
play, to play the play you play every day, to play and remember it
and ask to play it and play it and to play away and to play every
day and to-day and all day. That’s the way to play, to play every
day…. “
(Gertrude Stein in Play)
Solingen (D)
The little old table
“Creak, little wood thing, creak,
When I touch you with elbow or knee;
That is the way you speak
Of one who gave you to me!
You, little table, she brought –
Brought me with her own hand,
As she looked at me with a thought
That I did not understand.
– Whoever owns it anon,
And hears it, will never know
What a history hangs upon
This creak from long ago.”
(Thomas Hardy The little old table)
Liège (B)
