Letters to Ernesto Neto
Interview in the Penn Current, September 19, 2002
Art and book design by Nicole Michels
Only the amoebas are happy
after Ernesto Neto
Shoes, bracelets, headphones, boots:
everything on the floor,
every thing a pile.
It’s difficult to walk right
into the amoeba.
In front of a completely supportless white,
you wade two feet into this brightness
this biomorphic pillow.
Something does, something doesn’t hold
Your body displaces the place
beads, spandex, white button habitat.
(In the immense quiet
of the white sheen
in the middle of the afternoon
in the middle of the week
in the middle of the blue
you are completely surrounded.)
The Big Bang of bean-bags—
a lot of sewing going on.
Fragile fragile barra-bola. The rambling,
scrambling air-lifting patterns
of the styrofoam beads
all-over the poured concrete.