I make new the song born of old
Make broadness broadness
from narrowness
Lead lead us
We see nothing
behind nothing ahead
These worlds are broad above
beyond our knowing
The great river plains open and descend
slowly from west to east
beyond our knowing
Us
Doctor, suture me from
narrowness to broadness
All the suns all the dawns all the waters
rise and pass
in broadness
Our bodies move over over this land
rising and falling
Broadness
stretch out our skies and dawns
so we can walk walk
out of ourselves
Doctor, move me from dark
spaces of invented light
I do not know just
what it is
that I am like
Broadness open for
us us
Unharness our days
Let all boundaries be distant
so we can wander far
in our unknowing
I make new the song born of old
Kochi Muziris Biennale 2016
Curator Sudarshan Shetty
I make new the song born of old is a poem written for and presented within this room at Aspinwall. As you pass through this space you can use Mohanty’s work to anchor yourself. As you read the text, think about how you sink into the room and breathe in the atmosphere, the words become space. This work not only embraces ephemerality and decenters ‘vision’ to make room for other modes of encounter and perception, it also repositions their previous auxiliary positions. As you inhabit I make new the song born of old, spending time with Mohanty’s work, ask what does language mean to you.
In the press
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Somak Ghoshal, the Huffington Post