Jean Dubuffet, Vicissitudes, 1977 if I tear myself away from you, I get torn up: but the best of me (or the worst) stays attached to you, sticky, like honey, like glue, like viscous oil: I come back to myself, when I come back to you: (and I rediscover my thumbs and lungs): I’m about …
Edoardo Sanguineti – Il Mio Meglio / The Best of Me Read More »
Victor Vasarely, Axonometric study, 1937 Mi autoproduco, fragile, mi clono, stacco me da me stesso, e a me mi dono; mi autodigitalizzo, ologrammatico, replicandomi in toto, svelto e pratico; mi automaschero, e, assai plasticamente, sindonizzo il mio corpo e la mia mente; mi autoregistro, ormai, se mi iconizzo, cromocifrato in spettro – e mi ironizzo. …
Joan Mirò, The Tilled Field, 1923 It slept in you like a dry fibroma, like a thin tapeworm, a dream, now it crushes the gravel, now it shakes its own shadow; now it screeches, swallows, urinates, having always waited for the taste of camomile, the rabbit’s temperature, the noise of the hail, the shape of …
Egon Schiele, Mother and Child, 1908 Grab this mercury, this cold gum, this honey, this sphere of arid glass; carefully measure our baby’s head and not twisting his imperceptible foot now; in your nipple you must now change an extended continent of lamps, the obsessive breathing of critical gardens, the belly’s lazy whales, nettles and …
Edoardo Sanguineti – Afferra questo mercurio / Grab this mercury Read More »
Edoardo Sanguineti was an Italian poet, writer and translator. During the 1960s he was a leader of the neo avant-garde Gruppo 63 movement.
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