“ La afirmación de que en el género del paisaje ya está todo hecho carece de sentido. Nadie puede cansarse de la naturaleza. De lo que estamos cansados es de nuestra forma de mirarla. Entonces, veámosla de otra forma ”
David Hockney, via http://www.elcultural.es/version_papel/ARTE/31004/David_Hockney
Serie diálogos: 3. Banca Blocco: urbánika + anonimos
Se realizó un collage de intervenciones anónimas en bancas de concreto que se han ubicado en distintas zonas de la ciudad de Chihuahua. Una de ellas fue pintada de color ‘concreto’ para tapar o censurar algunas expresiones urbanas. Creemos que las bancas al ser de concreto se han terminado respetando bastante bien y las expresiones que realizan sobre ellas son mas bellas que una capa de pintura color gris.
An idea came to me
for a little poem? a poem?
That’s good—I say—stay, let us talk.
You have to tell me more about yourself.
To which it whispers a few words in my ear.
Oh, that—I say—that is interesting.
These matters have long been at my heart.
But to write a poem about them? No, certainly not.
To which it whispers a few words in my ear.
It only seems to you—I reply—
you overestimate my strength and my gifts.
I wouldn’t even know where to start.
To which it whispers a few words in my ear.
You are mistaken—I say—a short, concise poem
is much harder to write than one that is long.
Don’t torment me, don’t insist, for it won’t work.
To which it whispers a few words in my ear.
Well, okay, I will try, since you’re so stubborn.
But I must warn you what the outcome will be.
I will write, rip it up and throw it out.
To which it whispers a few words in my ear.
You are right—I say—there are still other poets.
Some of them will do this better than me.
I can give you the names, the addresses.
To which it whispers a few words in my ear.
Yes, certainly, I will be jealous of them.
We’re jealous of each other’s poems, even when they’re weak.
And this one probably should … perhaps it must have…
To which it whispers a few words in my ear.
That’s right, it must have the features that you named.
And so let’s change the subject.
Would you like some coffee?
To which it only sighed.
And started to disappear.
And disappeared.
