a criação do mundo

Os Seres Celestiais rebentam de riso no Gabinete de Projectos,
Pois um deles desenhou um ouriço,
Outro, para não ficar atrás, uma cantora soprano –
Pestanas, seios, anéis de cabelo, muitos anéis.

É um excelente divertimento no oceano da energia espumante,
Entre estalos e descargas prenunciadoras da electricidade.
Borbulham baldes de proto-tinta, proto-pincéis trabalham,
Um vórtice potente de quase-galáxias por trás de quase-janelas,
E uma claridade pura, livre de nuvens.

Sopram nas conchas, dão cambalhotas no quase-espaço,
No seu país dos arquétipos, no sétimo céu.
A Terra está quase pronta, os seus rios brilham,
As selvas crescem, cada uma das criações
Aguarda o seu nome, um raio passeia-se de longe,
As manadas nos prados não levantam a cabeça.

Desabrocham as cidades, as ruas estreitas,
O penico despejado pela janela, a roupa interior.
E logo as auto-estradas para o aeroporto,
A estátua no cruzamento, o parque, o estádio
Para milhares que se levantam e gritam: golo!

E como se fosse pouco descobrir
O comprimento, a largura e a altura,
Dois vezes dois e a força da gravidade, ainda surgem
As cuecas de renda, o hipopótamo, o bico do tocano,
O cinto da castidade com horríveis dentes eriçados,
O peixe-martelo, o capacete achatado,
E por fim, o tempo, quer dizer, a divisão no que será e foi.

Glória, glória, cantam as coisas existentes.
Ao ouvi-las, Mozart senta-se ao pianoforte
E compõe a música, que já estava pronta
Antes de ele ter nascido em Salsburgo.

Se pelo menos tudo isto perdurasse. Mas não.
Muda, passa, rodopia numa bolinha de sabão
Junto com a invocação dos Seres Celestiais para os mortais:

“Ó geração deturpada, como não ter piedade de vós!
Os vossos trapos coloridos, as vossas danças
Aparentemente devassas, mas apenas deploráveis,
Os espelhos onde fica o rosto com brincos,
As pálpebras pintadas, pestanas ilusórias.
Como pode não ter-se nada mais além da festa amorosa!
Que frágil defesa contra o abismo!”
E o sol nasce e o sol põe-se.
E o sol nasce e o sol põe-se.
Enquanto eles correm e correm.

[Arredores afastados], 1991


Czeslaw Milosz (1991) – “A Criação do Mundo” in Alguns gostam de poesia, Antologia de Czeslaw e Wislava Szymborska, Lisboa, Cavalo de Ferro, 2004, p. 76-79 (versão polaco-português).


boas leituras! @ri*

Gordon Matta-Clark

Falámos numa aula sobre este artista, alguém se lembra?

"Gordon Matta-Clark (June 22, 1943 – August 27, 1978) was an American artist best known for his site-specific artworks he made in the 1970s. He is famous for his "building cuts," a series of works in abandoned buildings in which he variously removed sections of floors, ceilings, and walls.

Both of Gordon Matta-Clark's parents were artists: the Chilean Surrealist painter Roberto Matta and American Anne Clark.
He studied architecture at Cornell University, but did not practice as a conventional architect. At the time of Matta-Clark's tenure there, Cornell's architecture program was guided in part by Colin Rowe, a preeminent architectural theorist of modernism. His vision of modernism later influenced much of Matta-Clark's own work in its relation to modernist practice and theory. He also spent a year studying French literature at the Sorbonne in Paris and was in Paris during the student strikes of May 1968. It was in Paris that he became aware of the French deconstructionist philosophers and Guy Debord and the Situationists. These cultural and political radicals developed the concept of détournement, or "the reuse of pre-existing artistic elements in a new ensemble." Such concepts would later inform his work. He is most famous for works that radically altered existing structures. His "building cuts" (in which, for example, a house is cut in half vertically) alter the perception of the building and its surrounding environment."

in http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Matta-Clark

mais sites a visitar:

http://www.artnet.com/artist/11329/Gordon_Matta-Clark.html

http://www.artnet.com/Magazine/features/smyth/smyth6-4-04.asp

http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/blogon/2007/06/gordon_mattaclark_you_are_the.php

by Inês Didelet Santos

Jacob Hashimoto

"Jacob Hashimoto was born in Greeley, U.S.A., in 1973. He lives and works in Los Angeles.Jacob Hashimoto is distinctly American yet he is also involved with his Japanese heredity in a genuinely creative, rather than imitative, manner. His latest development in which, in place of cascading clouds of kites, there arise hills and waves, is as delicate as before. And, just as previously there was a sense of airiness rather than of oppression, so now there is a sense of being uplifted. The delicacy of his forms, whether they descend and envelop or expand and climb, creates as much a space for the spirit as for the body."

"Jacob Hashimoto uses the traditional techniques and patterns of Japanese kite-making to construct his three dimensional wall works. Existing as neither sculpture nor painting, Hashimoto’s compositions delicately float before the eye, mounted on an intricate network of interlaced nylon thread suspended from the wall by a line of pegs at both top and bottom. Tied to this support are hundreds of swatches of rice paper and bamboo slivers – some collaged or painted with complex designs - dangling in abstracted motifs. Through this unique process Hashimoto’s works convey an ephemeral wonder, entrancing the viewer with their continuously shifting illusion of light, space, motion, and sense of flight. "

diana