Osman Yousefzada’s poem, Untitled (for Prem), is written in response to Prem Sahib’s User_01 (2016), a panel of black aluminium covered with drops of resin that look like sweat and moisture, smudged in one part as if by a hand. The work’s eroticism, inspired by the sweaty walls of clubs, is framed by Yousefzada’s evocation of memory, longing and sensuality.
Collection Study
Prem Sahib, User_01, 2016

Prem Sahib, User_01, 2016
Aluminium, resin
Text by Osman Yousefzada
Untitled (for Prem)
I surrender myself Into Myself
The shadow still Exits
In the corner
It stands apart
By itself
The sweat exorcises the profane
I leave it for you to find
I swallow a mouthful
And my ears pop
Drowning out the suffocation
The moon looks at me silently
As I press my body
leaving my mark
Like a cuneiform inscription
Like a laceration of Curry stains
Turmeric
Haldi & Dhaal
I turn off the light and stand still
I stay here until the early morning
At Dawn
I glimmer in this light
My body pressed
My two eyes open
This must be
Like being born
My mouth turns towards the Sun
And I feed myself on my own placenta
Dark laments run trembling through my voice
As I sing to you
In my high phonetics
Like sirens
From Foreign Shores
I press, peer, push, and mark
Sweet Curried Sweat
Cloves, Cinnamon and Chilli.
Liquid Turmeric Rush
Higher + Higher
I want to be more
Than you will let Me
Again
I turn off the light
I stand still
The sweat colours my Throat
And I eat my Tongue