In memoriam Chris Weitz (1956-2024)

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 Glimpses of Chris working under the sun

Digging a hole because that was fun

A pond? No. It became a swimming pool

And there were jumps into the cool

 

of OX4 parties his young Werther look

with sorrow sometimes, sometimes not

his chiselled jaws and square glasses

and did he wear a wig once? Goethe am Oxford

 

The cheekiness of Chris… I remember us two

gazing metaphorically in front of a neon

he had just planted into the soil at an exhibition

in the Botanic gardens and we quoted

Derrida and Bourdieu yeah right or one of them

anyway while the intelligentsia gathered near us

to gasp and discuss this piece of …. 

 

shit I forgot what I wanted to say, oh yeah, that’s it

The seriousness of Chris always ordering

The same chicken tikka dish at Dosa

Till last time I saw him, it was different then, 

A faraway look, and no meat





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