OFLUXO

People Who Left the Building

reportedly only wanted to eat and sleep, sleep
and eat. Yet all kinds
of shelters give food for thought: prehistoric
huts from the Ukrainian steppes, porticoes
woven from mammoth tusks, skins stretched
on bones discovered accidentally
by a shrewd peasant planning clandestine
expansion of his own cellar — all
in a crooked manner shed some light
on methods registered in architecture
for creating doors, passageways and perimeters,
structuring interiors directed
against a seemingly separate nature, and yet
constituting a secret extension of its
system, an organic whole vaulted
under single sky, cut off from the ground
only by foundation. Because: „the sky
is the vault that covers the entire
of the earthly sphere, just as roof covers a house.”
This is what philosophers think about what poets
do with buildings. It doesn’t matter.
At least in a place that sprawls
suddenly in an allegorical stillness of floors and lights,
of stairs and sleeping, and of meals
consumed between the walls of buildings
adjacent in this community of spaces
(since forever) so closely to each other.
                         Over a hundred years
Mrs. Maria also lived here, in the shadow
of which grew the current institution. So from the beginning
it was also about work, all that
time spent in the studios, parallel
realities of the unexamined floors (I’m also
here, wondering how to actually
close my own position with a side door
of description), as well as about those skirting boards,
in the strict sense of clarifying outline of the premises:
a virtual field recreated years later
with the precision of an antique milling machine, which
now stretches through time like a
separate continuum of labour, to which
we return to after sleeping and eating, returning
and falling asleep, the circulation of dreams and meals
registered on canvas in the form of a
pizza or an umbrella, as well as in a styrofoam
block, white oval of an ostrich egg (another
shelter), in blueprints of the building
that all these people have left, but it itself
after all, does never
really leave you.