Utilizar los diversos recursos de manipulación para trasmitir una forma de entender el proceso creativo.
miércoles, 29 de mayo de 2013
MANZANA
"Si quieres hacer una tarta de manzana partiendo de cero, primero debes inventar el universo"
Chistian Andersson
jueves, 16 de mayo de 2013
FOTOS BESTIARIO
DRACONBERG: Animal
draconiano de grandes dimensiones, enemigo del sol, con enorme cabeza muy bien
amueblada.
HABITAT: Trastiendas de los
“ikeas”
ALIMENTACIÓN: Diseños, escand i
navos.
|
DESAMBIGUACIÓN:
De
formas y tamaños diversos, son voraces, tragones y ambiciosos.
HABITAT: Jardines privados,
parcelas y trasteros.
ALIMENTACIÓN: Restos sin
reciclar.
|
DROHAMIA: Son
de 40 a 120 cm. De tamaño, viven vagando y
vagueando .
HABITAT:
Debajo de la niebla, sobre una roca que esté debajo de arena.
ALIMENTACIÓN: Omnívoros, carroñeros o depredadores |
A SUPERMARKET IN CALIFORNIA
Allen Ginsberg: A Supermarket In California
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit-
man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees
with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images,
I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of
your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole fam-
ilies shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives
in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you,
García Lorca, what were you doing down by the
watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old
grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator
and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed
the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my
Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of
cans following you, and followed in my imagination
by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in
our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every
frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors
close in an hour. Which way does your beard point
tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the
supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets?
The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses,
we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming ofthe lost America of love
past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent
cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-
teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit
poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank
and stood watching the boat disappear on the black
waters of Lethe?
Berkeley 1955
A ALLEN GINSBERG |
MIENTRAS CAMINABA POR LAS CALLEJUELAS... |
EN MI HAMBRIENTA FATIGA... |
SOÑANDO EN TUS ENUMERACIONES |
POR LAS BRILLANTES PILAS DE LATAS, SIGIENDOTE, |
¿HACIA DONDE APUNTA TU BARBA ESTA NOCHE? |
CAMINAMOS TODAS LAS NOCHES POR CALLES SOLITARIAS, |
LOS ÁRBOLES AÑADEN SOMBRAS A LAS SOMBRAS, |
LAS LUCES DE LA CASA SE APAGAN Y NOS SENTIMOS SOLOS, |
domingo, 12 de mayo de 2013
A SUPERMARKET IN CALIFORNIA
Allen Ginsberg:
A Supermarket In California
What thoughts I have of
you tonight, Walt Whit-
man, for I walked down
the sidestreets under the trees
with a headache
self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for
images,
I went into the neon
fruit supermarket, dreaming of
your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole
fam-
ilies shopping at
night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives
in the avocados, babies
in the tomatoes!--and you,
García Lorca, what were
you doing down by the
watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely
old
grubber, poking among
the meats in the refrigerator
and eyeing the grocery
boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who
killed
the pork chops? What
price bananas? Are you my
Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant
stacks of
cans following you, and
followed in my imagination
by the store
detective.
We strode down the open corridors together
in
our solitary fancy
tasting artichokes, possessing every
frozen delicacy, and
never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The
doors
close in an hour. Which
way does your beard point
tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our
odyssey in the
supermarket and feel
absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary
streets?
The trees add shade to
shade, lights out in the houses,
we'll both be
lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming ofthe lost America
of love
past blue automobiles
in driveways, home to our silent
cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old
courage-
teacher, what America
did you have when Charon quit
poling his ferry and
you got out on a smoking bank
and stood watching the
boat disappear on the black
waters of Lethe?
Berkeley
1955
miércoles, 8 de mayo de 2013
lunes, 6 de mayo de 2013
ARTERISCO
Con la fotografía digital y sus posibilidades de manipulación, se produce un reencuentro con la forma de entender el proceso creativo, muy afín a los procedimientos plásticos conocidos.
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