Marianne Moore, „Silence”
My father used to say,
„Superior people never make long visits,
have to be shown Longfellow’s grave
or the glass flowers at Harvard.
Self-reliant like the cat –
that takes its prey to privacy,
the mouse’s limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth –
they sometimes enjoys solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by speech which has delighted them.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint.”
Nor was he insincere in saying, „Make my house your inn.”
Inns are not residences.
installation: David Moreno, Silence, 1995-2012, Sao Paolo Biennial, 2012