Monthly Archives: April 2014

Leyendo poesía Hotel Bauen en Buenos Aires


video de un recital de poesía en el Hotel Bauen, un edificio tomado en la avenida Callao en Buenos Aires. Leyeron los poetas Washington Cucurto, Rodolfo Facundo Soto y yo en la feria de libros cuál se organizó para apoyar a los trabajadores de la zona. Aquí leo Nosotros los Exiliados.

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April 28, 2014 · 1:59 pm

Featured artist: Arturo Desimone


Little Raven

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Lady with purse unearths dildos of Ancient Mesopotamia

© Arturo Desimone 2014

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Arturo Desimone was born and raised on the island of Aruba. At the age of 21 he emigrated to the Netherlands and after six years left to lead a nomadic existence more conducive to writing and making drawings. His drawings have been on the cover of the Journal of Deleuze Studies, the Journal of Early Modern Studies and in group exhibitions. His poetry and short fiction have appeared in New Orleans Review, at the blog A Tunisian Girl

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Les réponses d’Arturo Desimone


interview in french translated by Marie Moore

La revue des ondes

Jurez de dire la vérité toute le vérité rien que la vérité autant que vous le pouvez. Levez la main droite et dites : je le jure.

Doit on connaitre le mensonge pour dire la vérité?

La réponse appartient à l’émissaire du roi ou du vizir joueur de trompette de la réalpolitik – ou bien à la stratégie de l’information avec quelque chose de temporaire et de relatif pour les politiciens.

La vérité est liée à l’Art, la vérité vient après tous les bruits. C’est le fruit d’un arbre qui lève ses branches vers la bouche de l’empereur qui le gagne avec ses lèvres fatiguées et sa langue desséchée.

Est-il préférable de la connaitre, la vérité?

Pour celui qui ne se sent pas concerné par la vérité, il sera trop tard. Comme dans mon judaïsme secret où il n’y a pas de convertis.

Votre mémoire est-elle à vous?

Peut-être la…

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Poem of Nowheres and the fear of ending nowhereless


Nowheres
I fear the never-attainment of nowhereness
of being nowhereless,
even worse than being without a woman
even worse than becoming a father
or as my manuscripts continue to sweat
in obscurity
as my name and youth turn to vinegar
before the mud-and-newspaper-heeled parade 
of daily compulsory 99 celebrations of everyone
worse is to never have existed by ending this death
and to never exit the iron teeth of isolation
I want to fight on a road of sunlit, con-decorated warriors

 our heads full of ideas, and the true mind is bedrock  fount of passions under the throat
on our way to found the dictatorship of mysteries, of nowheres
but I continue in obscurity, neglect, loneliness
a poor freedom
hoping to begin my path to elegant nowheres
at once futuristic and archaic
born of my noble ignoble savage’s imagination
and a dream made flesh

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the art I make is political, it comes from an urgency that is nothing merely to do with politics. This is entirely different from the many artists who do politics over the insulted body of Art, an art of apologies for itself and its investment, an anti art that admits it has no real urgency and instead should make way for politics and the vapidly politicized. I have political causes, and  have Art as another cause, a sacred one. I despise those artists who would say that this beloved need instead become a form of social work or public therapy in order to be useful, to be progressive: that is precisely the ignorance of the right wing who judges art as uneconomic and these vapid social workers serve none other than the business class. 

 

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April 1, 2014 · 5:45 am