“I dream about taking the whole house away with me and building it somewhere else. My father and mother would live in it, older relatives would lie dead in the cellar, my brothers would live upstairs, round about there would be men and women who don’t quite know were else to go. Somewhere in a corner would be a large lady who constantly makes children and throws them out into the world. I am somewhere in there too, constantly rebuilding everything.” – Gregor Schneider
First moved in his parents house in Rheydt, Gregor Schneider lived in and with the house for many years, building new walls, windows, doors, secret rooms, changing and installing the house in different gallerys and festivals.
The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
100,000,000,000,000 poems by Raymond Queneau
