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149 | www.limina-graz.eu Laurens ten Kate | Strange Freedom Can one take on the experiment of this strange, new idea of humanness, this strange ‘we’? Maybe one can enter it like a house that is still empty, that is still to be arranged, set up and equipped… by whom? By nobody else than us. Although we know that in acting like this we have already left the house, obliterated the strength of its emptiness. Maybe. But it is only poetry that can express such improbability and perform it as if it were real: Carcass Open the door of the poem. The house is empty. You will have to make furniture yourself, a closet for bed sheets unslept and some shelves for stories no one wants to hear. You will have to dress the view with your life and draw fire in holes in the wall. The hours pass and hunger grows. The graphite clock tells you nobody will lend you days. Half of your creations have already disappeared, again. No front door anymore; The back door is open. Do you hear the wind?17 17 Hertmans 2016, 5: “Ruwbouw”. My translation.