THE WATER HOUSE Poem by Steinar Opstad

an installation by Per Barclay
You talk about the water house
in the forest
and you say we must go there
and one day we go to the water house

you say that it's as if the house
could contain everything from a bomb to a prophet
just as the eye can contain everything
except that we can say neither ‘bomb' nor ‘prophet'

We're standing in front of the water house
and grow weak in the eyes
from imagining that the house bursts
and that a profane speech arises
and we become an audience of prophets
who can only be silent