cry, without words

“dans la nuit, j’ai commencé à crier sans mots”
“in the middle of the night, I began to cry, without words”
—Benjamin Fondane

Thus ended Romanian poet Benjamin Fondane’s faith in poetry and language. What remains when such faith is gone? When language is exposed as a liar and there is nothing to take its place? When language slips between speaker and listener without any truth or meaning exchanged? When language's weakness is tragedy?

An essay of tears upon words.

cry, without words (2016) (detail). Webpage installation.

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Interview, Artbank, 14 August, Auckland