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Musings of an Obliteration Room sticker sheet, by Britta Benson

Picture credit: Britta Benson

A few days ago, I visited the Tate Modern in London. Until the end of August, people can take part in the Obliteration Room, an interactive artwork by Yayoi Kusama. It’s basically a big, white apartment in the Turbine Hall of the museum, and visitors can walk through the various rooms. At the entrance, everyone gets a sticker sheet and they are allowed to place the 28 colourful dots anywhere they please, on the walls, the floor, the furniture.

I had so much fun doing this, that I went for another go the following day. This is pure bliss.

This week’s W3 poetry challenge (https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/08/17/w3-prompt-16-weave-written-weekly/), set by Punam, has two guidelines: Write a cascade poem and use personification. In my weird and twisted mind, I immediately thought that what I wanted to do, more than anything else, was to write a poem from the point of view of a sticker sheet from the Tate Modern Obliteration Room.

So that’s what I did. Here goes, my first cascade poem. Also, my first poem written from the point of view of a sticker sheet. Hey ho…

Musings of an Obliteration Room sticker sheet

Pick a spot, any, all, the lot, I’ve got plenty.
Peel, stick, why judge, when instead, I belong
anywhere feels home, so don’t hesitate, create!
It’s all temporary, until another dot comes along.

Make your mark, choose, take. I need you.
Place that blot, mine, on top, for a moment of joy!
What a freedom to play for. This is our game.
Pick a spot, any, all, the lot, I’ve got plenty!

Look for white space no one else cares to use,
stretch high, bend low, explore nooks and crannies.
I’m not scared to sit on my own for a while.
Peel, stick, why judge, when instead, I belong.

Use what I offer, until I’m empty and spent,
rainbows gone, red, pink, yellow, blue, green, 
all my spots spotted, dots dotted, blots blotted,
Anywhere feels home, so don’t hesitate, create!

Don’t worry about what will become of me, you,
simply place me, let me breathe, in time and space,
before I’m turned into the next miracle. You know:
It’s all temporary, until another dot comes along.

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22 thoughts on “Musings of an Obliteration Room sticker sheet, by Britta Benson

    1. Thanks, Margaret. I’m actually thinking of creating my own wee obliteration room. Perhaps even just a shoe box, and I could stick words on the cardboard, words on top of words, just to see what happens… The experience in the Tate Modern was so joyful and creative, unfortunately, my home is miniscule, so I can’t quite have my very own Obliteration Room, but I could start small. A box would do. Watch this space…

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    1. Thank you so much, Deepthy. I’m not quite sure I did the sticker sheet justice, but hey ho, I’m glad that I wrote my first ever cascade poem. That’s what it’s all about, trying out new stuff, experimenting…

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    1. Thanks, Sylvia. I’m actually thinking about creating my own miniature obliteration room. Well, it’ll have to be a box, a carton, something really small. My home is tiny and I cannot quite sacrifice a room, but I’m thinking about turning a shoe box into an obliteration place, sticking words onto the cardboard, word upon word, just to see what happens. Watch this space…

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