Höhere Wesen empfehlen...
two trouts and 3 slices of salmon from the fishmarket were cooked this morning and in part eaten for lunch as I read that the great inspirator, Sigmar Polke, died Thursday 10. June. -To his memory.
Ca d'Oro in the evening light (11.June 2010)
ALBERONI
return to VENEZIA 11. June 2010 after the opening at KUNSTNERFORBUNDET, Oslo
26 degrees Celcius and strikes on the ferryboats
GRUA D'ARSENALE THE GRUA IS MY PRIDE AND OWN INVENTION AS IF I PUT IT THERE AND IT HAS BEEN MINE FOR CENTURIES WHEN WE CAME THE FIRST TIME HERE AND I SAW IT FIRST SO NOBODY CAN SAY IT DOESN’T BELONG TO ME YES I REALLY LOVE IT BUT EVERYBODY SEEMS TO WANT IT TAKING FOTOS AND THINKING THEY SAW IT FIRST NO THEY’RE WRONG BUT VENEZIA IS LIKE THAT WE ALL INVENT IT AND REDISCOVER CORNERS AND BRIDGES LONG LEFT AND FORGOTTEN YOU WANT TO PUT YOUR NAME ON IT BUT DON’T IF I HAD COME TO THIS PLACE AS EARLY AS 1962 THEN THE REST OF THE WORLD WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN DISCOVERED BY ME I WOULD NEVER HAVE MOVED FROM THIS PLACE
back in Oslo shortly to put up an installation at KUNSTNERFORBUNDET
opening 10. june 2010 at 18h. WELCOME
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SALUTE DISTANT SILHUETTE AGAINST THE SUNDOWN SEEN FROM SANTA ANA BRIDGE FISH FOR SALE FROM BARGE UNDER CANVAS MARBLE AND PROSECCOBUBBLES GREEN OLIVES SOUND OF GLASS AND KIDS RUNNING DOG WITH MAN RESTING ON A BENCH IN VIA GARIBALDI SEE THE GRANDMOTHERS STROLLING ALONG HOLDING ARMS HUGGING NEW AND OLD AND UNBORN GRANDCHILDREN AUNTS AND UNCLES ALL IN A BIG LUMP FILLING THE STREET CHATTING ICECREAM CIGARETTE SMOKE ALL RELAXING BEFORE THE FOODSTORM THAT COMES UP OF PASTA FAGGIOLI VONGOLE FEGATO FRITTURA TIRAMISU AND THEY RUSH HOME LEAVING GARIBALDI IN HIS PARK STARING AT TURTLES HEAPING ONE UPON THE OTHER SUCH STRANGE BEHAVIOR SLOWLY DARKENING UNDER THE TREES WHERE MAGREB LADY WITH A TOWEL GIGGELING TO HERSELF PREPARING FOR THAT GOOD NIGHT HER PLASTBAGS AND BLANKETS TUCKED SHE SMILES AND THE SILENCE LASTS UNTIL RESTAURANTS CLOSE AT ELEVEN PUT ALL IN THEIR BEDS AT LAST THIS DAY IS OVER IN ARSENALE CASTELLO GIARDINI CIAOMORE
Aldo Vianello 1973
LA STAGIONE ARTIFICIALE
Si ha poca voglia di amare.
Il conto con noi stessi
ci fa sentire soli.
Lontani delle tracce
d'una storia pulita
ci si incontra col non essere.
Dopo la stagione artificiale
figli senza nome
stanno a guardare
sfrenate libagioni
su una terra di relitti.
Con i passi del risveglio
fra l'asprezza dei fulmini
vanno, umiliate dal fango,
lumace su vessili di pace.
Un galoppo
mi porta lungo il torrente
a raccogliere pietre focaie.
(Aldo Vianello, Sacca Fisola,14.05. '72)
for the poet ALDO VIANELLO on his 73. Birthday 31. May 2010
LA PATATA
I
AL CARO «FRUTTO»
QUASI ROTONDO,
CHE DOPO IL LATTE
MATERNO
SOSTITUÍ LA BONTÁ
DEL PANE
E DELLA POLENTA;
CHE NELLE BATTAGLIE
D'INFINITA IGNORANZA
NUTRÍ
L'ANSIA DI PACE,
L'EVENTO
DI UNA TREGUA,
MI DÀ LA DOLCEZZA
DEL PRIMO CANTO.
II
DA FANCIULLO SCALZO,
TRA IL FOCOLARE
SPENTO
E LA MADRE CURVA
SULLA TRAMA
DEI MERLETTI,
PIANSI A LUNGO
PER UN VECCIO
TUBERO
A ME NEGATO!
ALDO VIANELLO
alla Ostaria Paradiso Perduto 31. maggio 2010
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