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Saturday 12 – 4 pm and by appointment

Amalia UlmanPromise of a future

Marbriers 4, Geneva, CH

28.11. – 21.12.2013

  • The decade started with a series of
    But this, on the other hand, was
    An accident
    And accidents are nasty
    The cemetery, so close
    Nearly there
    Across the blinds
    I can see, fortunately
    I’m able not only to
    Smell, the scent of the
    Yellow unguent and
    I feel and feel-not
    One side of my face
    Above my lips I can’t
    Death was there but absent.
    I was abusing of leaving-it-up-to-fate and a naïve it-will-never-happen-to-me, which is what other people call faith in God.
    But sister always repeated that I wouldn’t die till I at least have a daughter, because she saw it in the pendulum once, meaning that, you know, I can’t give birth in my tomb.
    Therefore I want to have children the older I can –to live the longest. But you already fantasize about my lactating breasts –and I already fantasize about the milk dripping down your chin.Why a family? What do weekends mean
    You won’t believe this story
    Because it’s just so normal
    And smells good too, likeBeige and beyond new(…)Receiving flowers has become
    An obscene joke and nurses
    Laugh at the distressful
    Quantities which make my
    Room smell like a…
    Why should I think about it
    Changing my address to that of the hospital means something. It also means a dryness not even Weleda can mend. The idea of eternal moisture, of being moist forever, seems far, but I get distracted dividing acquaintances between those who ignored, those who messaged, those who called and those who promised a future. The hierarchy of care.
    Who is the flower between the pigs? And everyone jumps at the same time screaming: ME
    I redeem myself wrapping presents for others.
    No One Will Work Harder For You
    Every caress will feel like
    An elephant stomp
    Don’t squeeze me,
    Most gentle companion:
    And I know you can do thatJust imagineImagine you are fucking a dandelion.
    -Good night (He said)
    -Good night! (She said)
    Spent a life wishing for an authoritative figure to fill my life with restrictions, now I have two, and they are called legs:
    I breathe in, I smile
    I breathe out, I cry

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    Text: Amalia Ulman for Marbriers 4
    Photos: Marbriers 4