Influenced perhaps
too much for my classes Art History and Literature , I've been reading more than I should about Dadaists and Surrealists , well as the avant in the literature. I was impressed by what I have read about these movements, their great works in literature and painting. I confess madly in love with the art ...
Some of the things that interested me about the Dadaists was his peculiar form of poetry.
"What characterizes the creation of the work is not a reason Because ordering,
a search for stylistic coherence or formal module (...) So, they do not create works
but manufactured objects. What matters in this 'production' is
especially the controversial meaning the procedure, the assertion of power
virtual things, the supremacy of random about the rule,
the explosive violence of their unlawful presence between 'authentic' works of art. "
That charm peculiar chance to prevail always struck me, to write many times, did not notice the rhyme nor the sentences, written as the Dadaists say almost in an "automatic" as if something or someone might well within me show me exactly what the word was after each other and I had to think about them, but simply write.
Tzara explained in "Manifesto on feeble love and bitter love" in 1920 a unique way of developing a Dadaist poem. This method was known as the "poetry in the Hat" , was to cut out a newspaper article, then cut each of the words, put in a 'bag', stir and remove the chance to finally copy in the order they appear.
I decided to give it a special twist, and perhaps a little more reason, I clipped newspaper headlines that caught my attention and I started to practice the poetry in the hat. While
extracted verbatim experienced an incredible feeling, could see a poem slowly forming before me, a real poem by chance. The result complajo me a lot and encouraged me to continue this adventure in a poem very different from what we practiced maybe most people do not think I've read, at least lately. I hope you are encouraged to do the same, I love to read !
Moment hidden hell blue
company. Words are candidates
heart.
My friend, our joys
man
disappointed in the realm of the presentation of mathematics.
temperament came to sell, that apostle
ocean,
when my routes in Peru
wanted to be artificial. People
more millennia
off the other deep.
Quipus
reach the earth warriors winter fabric knots.
killed ones in the middle of society,
drew an autopsy of pain in solidarity.
Compadres, nearly 90%
diversified people.
Plates, wounds, tea star
century when more special.
Friends who sank into it,
charge over you at night. A year of chronic
have the color of each and how many were his nails.
For dance he invented the simple,
they were an angel,
along with the, the, the, what to do. He took the TV
place
called a struggle in Canada's icy letter. He lived with his clan
light to innovate,
that the last thing going again
dozens of hotels
knot and the state of reforms
managed to pass
of one by one,
question at once.
To think:
Poetry is not a means of expression, but the spirit activity is not
a secondary manifestation of the intellect and the will but
a way of being and living.
Mario de Micheli - The twentieth-century avant-garde art
Image: Le fils de l'homme - René Magritte (1964)
Acerca del surrealismo: http://www.artehistoria.jcyl.es/genios/estilos/69.htm
Acerca del dadaísmo: http://www.artehistoria.jcyl.es/genios/estilos/74.htm
