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Magic Prague

 passport

 

 

for  "Praga magica" written by Angelo Maria Ripellino

maquette: Moleskine, specchio, oro 

 

"Secondo Věra Linhartová pare esista a Praga una sezione specifica del Ministero degli Interni, sulla Letná, che rilascia, in particolari giorni, un libretto di vagabondaggio, quello che io immagino come un passaporto del viandante,  e che per averlo basti presentarsi al momento giusto e nella dovuta sezione.

L'uomo che pensa, per perdersi non ha bisogno di spazi infiniti ma gli può bastare una conca di terra, un sentiero, una via,  quando sono altissime, come muraglie, le invalicabili frontiere sociali, sulle quali, se non si aggrega alla mandria, spesso si scontra.

Il pellegrino filosofo, in cerca di verità, nel suo farsi randagio, conosce le cose ma si limita a guardarle e mentre avanza, nel suo eterno errare, riflette il cielo sui suoi passi e annota l'incubo del muro insormontabile e il senso della vanità, nel suo taccuino muto della solitudine"                                              C.Alaimo

 11 th  Quadriennale di  arti sceniche-  Praga 2011


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poem n. 937

 

E. Dickinson

 

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind —
As if my Brain had split —
I tried to match it — Seam by Seam —
But could not make them fit.

The thought behind, I strove to join
Unto the thought before —
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls — upon a Floor.

 for the poem of Emily Dickinson, n 937

 

gouache and China ink, 2007

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poem n.1159

 

E. Dickinson

 

 

Great Street of a silence led away

To Neighborhood of Pause -

Here was no Notice - no Dissent

No Universe - no Laws -

By Clocks, "Twas Morning, and for Night

The Bells at Distance called - 

But Epoch had no basis here

For Period exhaled.  

 for the poem of Emily Dickinson, n. 1864

 

gouache and China ink, 2007

 

from poem n.1862

 

E. Dickinson

 

to

anatomical leaflet

"Pandora" - mixed technique

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there—
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler—

I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name—
For doubt, that I should know the Sound—

I judged my features—jarred my hair—
I pushed my dimples by, and waited—
If they—twinkled back—
Conviction might, of me—

I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend—
That—was a former time—
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!"

 

2007

poem n.1721

 

E. Dickinson

 

oil on canvas (detail)

He was my host - he was my guest, 

I never to this day

if I invited him could tell,

Or he invited me.

So infinite our intercourse

So intimate, indeed,

Analysis as capsule seemed

To keeper of the seed.

 for the poem of Emily Dickinson, n. 1721

 

poema di E. Dickinson 

2011


anatomical  leaflet

detail

mixed technique

 

 

 

 

 

2007

anatomical leaftlet

"Will you love me as I have loved you?

mixed technique

 

 

 

 

 

2007

anatomical leaftlet

"You're pretty my girlfriend and no flaw is in you."

mixed technique

anatomical leaflet

"intervento sul cuore"

mixed technique

 

 

 

 

 

2007


con fusion

Photo on canvas (detail)

Fondazione Bevilacqua La Masa

Venezia

 

 

 

 

2000


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