#giovanni orelli

[theblackestofsuns]

Walaschek's Dream (1991)

Giovanni Orelli

Dalkey Archive Press

[touseitistheart]

.incespicando io tra se e ma: sì -diceva mam- è che ti ho tirato su con la paura, nato tu tra due fratelli mortimi bambini sì che tremando e dubitando ti ho cresciuto, proprio tu, come chi va su passerella senza sponde con i piedi tentando sopra torrente in piena quasi tu e io assieme tra le onde giù precipitando Giovanni Orelli

[arte-fatti]

Giovanni Orelli

Sillaba L'esperienza di morte ci rimpicciolisce: di molto? o come stoffa nuova lavata per la prima volta? È dunque meglio dirla con tuo parlar materno la mort, pallida sillaba (francese di Montaigne). http://www.alterlucas.com/2013/11/la-morte-in-una-sillaba.html

[invisiblestories]

GB: "In his Diaries, Klee writes: 'The more horrible this world, the more abstract our art, whereas a happy world brings forth an art of the here and now.'"

GO: "...there’s no doubt that Klee’s words hit the mark, that his retreat into abstraction is quite understandable. For him, abstraction was the pain of dealing with a world that had made him that way, that had made him paint an abstract tree that no longer had beautiful leaves that grow in spring. It’s the tragic sense of the world that leads to abstraction, it’s indisputable, one can’t not agree with a statement like Klee’s. Another painter who could be of assistance here is a Swiss artist, Ferdinand Hodler, who painted the face of his companion, Valentine Godé-Darel, day after day as she suffered from cancer, her face getting thinner, more hollow, her nose like a vulture’s beak. As the illness slowly takes its cruel course, his Valentine becomes more and more abstract, formless, horrible. After a certain point you can barely make out the features of her face. Some time after Valentine’s death, Hodler painted another portrait of her, but this time it’s in full relief, sharp, realistic, without that abstraction dictated by the progress of death. That’s Hodler’s dream, it’s peace rediscovered after his beloved’s death, after the pain has subsided. But then, in that case, the dead are more alive than the living, and the living are the dying ones. In this sense, the dead are the ones who win and not the ones who lose." -- Giovanni Orelli

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