KA Rees #29 - Dave Gold and his VR company

Dave Gold and his VR company



Whale thumping her tail on the way sailing past abandoned glass factories.
Lady day sings white hot, stroboscoping her voice in my ears.



Dave Gold strokes his goatee, talking about the wall and Charlie,
Don’t ya see? Don’t ya see?



We can't take you back in time but
we can create the perfect illusion of it.



At age 33, he was all of three
when the wall came down



His VR company paints portraits
accompanied by cold war guides,



A west Berlin punk crosses
into the East for the music scene.



Imagine offering a Nazi-era tour,
the historical taboos would make it riskier,



obviously. Can you, he says, imagine it? He strokes
his Prussian whiskers.



I see the pale legs of marauders climbing
up up, scrambling over red dust, complaining



about the lack of toilets and the heat, pointing cameras
smiling. The threat in those straight white teeth.



I listen for the whale questing
white water across the deep, cold floor.