What would a poem look like if you were to build it?
That was the question behind The Cloud Collective’s latest project, where they constructed Robert Walser’s “Oppressive Light” from three-dimensional white block letters, which rise and fall like styrofoam waves in an over-saturated room.
Read the poem. Then watch the video.
Two trees stand in the snow,
tired of the light, the sky
heads home – nothing nearby
where the gloom makes its abode.And behind those trees,
houses tower in the dark.
Now you hear someone speak,
now the dogs begin to barkThe round, beloved moonlight
lamp appears in the house.
When again the light goes out
A gaping wound remains in sight.What a small life to know
and so much nothingness nearby.
Tired of the light, the sky
has given everything to the snow.The two trees dance with grace,
bend their heads and nod.
Clouds race across the sod
of the world’s silent face.