da: Paola Pitagora, Fiato d’artista (Sellerio)
Estrazione e traduzione della parte verbale del quadro Urvasi e Gilgamesh di Gino De Dominicis.
The Independent – UnaVetrina – MAXXI – Macro Asilo.
>> TESTO <<<
Elle est retrouvée.
Quoi? – L’Éternité.
Rimbaud, Hymne à Facebook
One of my first flarfy & spam-derived “orphic tabs” (or “orphic sheets”) was published by the late William James Austin in 2007, in his mag “BLACKBOX”, Sept. 2007, the “summer collisions” issue.
About that issue I could only find an email in the Spidertangle newsletter, Sept. 16, 2007.
(The old link williamjamesaustin.com/orphicsheet002.html doesn’t work anymore, of course).
Other pieces appeared in Starfishpoetry, and Poetry Kessel-lo (two now offline sites).
Find others in The Flux I Share (Jan., 2008): ex fluxishare.blogspot.com/2008/01/orphic-tab-029.html now http://the-flux-i-share.blogspot.com/2008/01/orphic-tab-029.html; & in SayingSomething: http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2008/01/orphic-tab-040.html
Then serious asemic orphic tabs appeared in The New Postliterate (Sept., 2009): http://thenewpostliterate.blogspot.com/2009/09/asemic-orphic-sheets-from-marco.html
A sheet in Italian has appeared in facebook only.
Here below are some of the pieces, and more ones (click to enlarge, read & enjoy):
“As you well know it was God who created this Earth and everything on it. And he thought it was all great. All painters and poets and musicians sang and celebrated the creation and that was all OK. But not for real. Something was missing. So about 100 years ago God decided to create the motion picture camera. And he did so. And then he created a filmmaker and said ‘now here is an instrument called motion picture camera. Now go and film and celebrate the beauty of the creation and the dreams of human spirit, and have fun with it.’
But the devil did not like that. So he placed a money bag in front of the camera and said to the filmmakers ‘why do you want to celebrate the beauty of the world and the spirit of it if you can make money with this instrument?’ And, believe it or not, all filmmakers ran after the money bag. The Lord realized he had made a mistake. So some 25 years later, to correct his mistake, God created independent avant-garde filmmakers and said, ‘here is the camera. Take it and go into the world and sing the beauty of all creation and have fun with it. But you will have a difficult time doing it, and you will never make any money with this instrument.’
Thus spoke the Lord to Viking Eggeling, Germaine Dulac, Jean Epstein, Fernand Leger, Dmitri Kirsanoff, Marcel Duchamp, Hans Richter, Luis Bunuel, Man Ray, Cavalcanti, Jean Cocteau, and Maya Deren, and Sidney Peterson, and Kenneth Anger, Gregory Markopoulos, Stan Brakhage, Marie Menken, Bruce Baillie, Francis Lee, Harry Smith and Jack Smith and Ken Jacobs, Ernie Gehr, Ron Rice, Michael Snow, Joseph Cornell, Peter Kubelka, Hollis Frampton and Barbara Rubin, Paul Sharits, Robert Beavers, Christopher McLain, and Kurt Kren, Robert Breer, Dore O, Isidore Isou, Antonio De Bernardi, Maurice Lemaitre, and Bruce Conner, and Klaus Wyborny, Boris Lehman, Bruce Elder, Taka Iimura, Abigail Child, Andrew Noren and too many others. Many others all over the world. And they took their Bolex’s and their little 8 and Super-8 cameras and began filming the beauty of this world, and the complex adventures of the human spirit, and they’re having great fun doing it. And the films bring no money and do not do what’s called useful.
And the museums all over the world are celebrating the one hundredth anniversary of cinema, costing them millions of dollars the cinema makes, all going gaga about their Hollywoods. But there is no mention of the avant-garde or the independents of our cinema.
I have seen the brochures, the programs of the museums and archives and cinematheques around the world. But these say, ‘we don’t care about your cinema.’ In the times of bigness, spectaculars, one hundred million movie productions, I want to speak for the small, invisible acts of human spirit, so subtle, so small, that they die when brought out under the clean lights. I want to celebrate the small forms of cinema, the lyrical form, the poem, the watercolor, etude, sketch, portrait, arabesque, and bagatelle, and little 8mm songs. In the times when everybody wants to succeed and sell, I want to celebrate those who embrace social and daily tailor to pursue the invisible, the personal things that bring no money and no bread and make no contemporary history, art history or any other history. I am for art which we do for each other, as friends.
I am standing in the middle of the information highway and laughing, because a butterfly on a little flower somewhere in China just fluttered its wings, and I know that the entire history, culture will drastically change because of that fluttering. A super-8 millimeter camera just made a little soft buzz somewhere, somewhere on the lower east side of New York, and the world will never be the same.
The real history of cinema is invisible history. History of friends getting together, doing the thing they love. For us, the cinema is beginning with every new buzz of the projector, with every new buzz of our cameras. With every new buzz of our cameras, our hearts jump forward my friends.”
Jonas Mekas, February 11, 1996, American Center, Paris
intervista di Maurizio Grande
Tradimento, Riscrittura, Un “Amleto di meno” secondo Jules Laforgue, La scrittura scenica: una partitura musicale rigorosissima, Il salto tonale: dalla squallida Prosa alla Poesia di Scena, Morte dell’Io-Sconfessione del Personaggio, Essere o non essere, avere o non avere: questo è il problema, Parole senza corpo, Sottrazione Assenza Ricerca del vuoto: pura negatività, puro Nulla, La Forma è l’urgenza che viene prima del contenuto, La Scena è pura forma, Teatro della crisi e non crisi del teatro, L’immaginazione imita, lo spirito critico crea.
Realizzato da Carlo Rafele
Intervista di Maurizio Grande
Produzione: Carlo Rafele in collaborazione con la Televisione della Svizzera Italiana
Fotografia: Sergio Rubini
Suono: Remo Ugolinelli
Montaggio: Paolo Boccio