Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Friday, March 27, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
poetry conference (poem)
complaint conference
(the future of poetry)
(the future of poetry)
silence please
the poets are talking
the poets are talking inside
the poets are talking inside the building
please silence they are talking about the future of
poetry
silence please
the poets are worried
the poets are worried a lot
the poets are worried about poetry
the poets are worried about the future of poetry
but the truth is they are worried about the future of
the poets
outside the building no silence at all
the traffic runs through the streets with a roaring
a taxi driver is buying flowers for his girl
an old woman is saying a prayer
a grey bird is praising the sun
and the young man at the sidewalk
is loudly singing his favoured pop song
may be I am not a poet
but I am not worried
about the future
of poetry
Labels:
aesthetics,
art,
culture,
ideas,
literature,
not new,
poetry,
poets
Monday, December 22, 2014
The silence of the world before BACH
Die Stille der Welt vor Bach
Es muss eine Welt gegeben haben vor
der Triosonate in D, eine Welt vor der a-moll-Partita,
aber was war das für eine Welt?
Ein Europa der großen leeren Räume ohne Widerhall
voll von unwissenden Instrumenten,
wo das Musikalische Opfer und das Wohltemperierte Klavier
noch über keine Klaviatur gegangen sind.
Einsam gelegene Kirchen,
in denen nie die Sopranstimme der Matthäuspassion
sich in hilfloser Liebe um die sanfteren
Bewegungen der Flöte gerankt hat,
wie sanfte Landschaften,
wo nichts zu hören ist als die Äxte alter Holzfäller,
das muntere Bellen starker Hunde im Winter
und Schlittschuhe auf blankem Eis wie ferne Glocken;
die Schwalben, die durch die Sommerluft schwirren,
die Muschel, in die das Kind hineinhorcht,
und nirgends Bach, nirgends Bach.
Die Schlittschuhstille der Welt vor Bach.
(LARS GUSTAFSSON, dt. V. Reichel)
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
JONI MITCHELL is a POETRY GODESS
Labels:
art,
feast,
grandmothers,
life,
music,
poetry,
poets,
true story
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Poetry on stairs
During the Brasilian FLUPP literature festival some young people of the favela Prazeres in St. Teresa/Rio de Janeiro wrote poems on their public staircases - amongst them also my poem "festival of seconds (sekundenfest)". Thank you guys for this amazing idea! Look ...
My recommendation: Visit fascinating Rio de Janeiro and look for this!
My recommendation: Visit fascinating Rio de Janeiro and look for this!
Labels:
aesthetics,
art,
culture,
festivals,
ideas,
life,
literature,
new beginning,
poetry,
politics,
true story
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Playing PIANO GODS - Jazz @ the Berlin Philharmonic
On tuesday, Dec 12 / 2012, three young gods of European piano jazz gave one of the best concerts I have ever witnessed in the last years: Leszek Możdżer (PL), Michael Wollny (D) and Iiro Rantala played a benefit for UNICEF at the Kammermusiksaal of the Berliner Philharmonie - on two grand pianos (one Steinway of the legendary piano master Alfred Brendel) and a Wurlitzer organ. I can only hope that they took a film or at least a recording of this evening! It was undescribably good... Each of them played some own composition, each of them played together with the others, at last all three played together. And I really mean PLAYed - every combination between zero an six hands, every combination you can imagine between 3 instruments and 6 arms of master musicians. It was even sporty and acrobatic sometimes (as they changed their positions husteling around on stage while playing together), but always highest state of the art. Actually, the best was when the masters played their own music in the focussed atmosphere of the philharmonic chamber music hall. A few standards (Bach) and great improvisation were given in a style that was really condign the idea of jazz at the venerable Berlin philharmony. Listen here, at least, to Iiro Rantalas piece "Thinking of misty" that opened that unique and really terrific concert...
Labels:
aesthetics,
art,
Berlin,
butterflies,
culture,
feast,
ideas,
music,
true story
Saturday, October 6, 2012
THE SOUND OF (the unseen)
The Italian composer Domenico Vicinanza (who is a scientific physics researcher as well) took the mathematical data of the CERN research center concerning the legendary Higgs Boson (the famous elementary particle they believe to have found this summer) and worked it out into an amazingly interesting piece of music! Listen to the DANCE OF THE HIGGS BOSON.
Labels:
aesthetics,
art,
ideas,
music,
true story
Sunday, September 30, 2012
The ugly question of Kitsch
Beauty is the point at which the two meanings of the
word “sense” come together, the body-sense
of cognition and the mind-skill of understanding the meaning of signs. When we leave the sensual aspect to
beauty and start to think about it in the abstract terms of logic, we arrive at
the science of aesthetics as the modern science of cognition. This science tries
to find out what we mean, when we say “beautiful” or “ugly” and why. The main question is: Are there any universal and
timeless criteria for beauty? If we watch an old Greek sculpture or an Indian mandala,
a Japanese garden or a Russian icon, we
begin to suspect that there could be. But as we all know, every time has its
own taste. And after a while every aesthetic fashion returns - as a retro-revival! (No matter, whether this
means columns at the house entry or gothic tales.) But this magic power of our universal
beauty instinct leads us directly to the urgly question of kitsch... (a German word with universal meaning).
The human ability to spontaneously recognise natural
beauty demonstrates to us the problem of KITSCH
(a non-translatable German term that means simple aesthetic stereotypes,
trashy art-clichés that do not exist in reality). When we, me and my younger sister,
were children (at the age of 8 or 10 years), my father, a teacher for arts and
history, had a simple but wise system to teach his students to distinguish “real
beauty” and “Kitsch”. He gave us a wild mixture of art-postcards with reproductions
of famous paintings and kitschy pictures that we had to arrange into two piles:
art and kitsch. We always managed our work very well without saying a word: The
pile with the postcards that we children liked was Kitsch, what we did not like
was “real art”. Our beauty instinct was infallible. We never made any mistake!
Kitsch is simple, easy to understand, it shows a simple, symmetrical order,
something we love in an ideal state – how beautiful! It is completely
international because it is the answer to the lowest level of our
beauty-instinct. In his famous essay On
Naive and Sentimental Poetry the German poet Friedrich Schiller (1759-1805)
gave a warning not to take the pleasant already for the beautiful and not to
mix up a “cute mind” with the beauty of the soul. He explained that “cute minds”
become banal when they have to work on or write about a complex and huge
object, the easy-going paragons of virtue turn to the materialistic, but only
the truly beautiful soul becomes “sublime”.[1]
We have to
consider: There are two kinds of beauty – the natural beauty of our senses and
the aesthetic beauty as a construction of our mind. (The German philosopher
Immanuel Kant, father of Critical Philosophy, distinguished between beauty and the
sublime: A landscape, a flower or a body can be beautiful; a poem, a painting
or a cathedral are sublime.) In modern and post-modern art (including
literature), the low-level art of Kitsch fortunately is no longer discriminated
against as worthless. It is, on the contrary, integrated (as trash or pop) in
the collage of our aesthetic concept! Nevertheless, it is useful for every
professional artist to know the difference between “real art” and Kitsch. (If
you are in doubt in which category your own work belongs, ask some children
whether they like it…) Here we have, surprisingly, found a path to the bridge
between the aesthetic category of beauty and our fascination for horror…
[1] „Wie
in dem handelnden Leben, so begegnet es auch oft bei dichterischen Darstellungen,
den bloß leichten Sinn, das angenehme Talent, die fröhliche Gutmüthigkeit mit
Schönheit der Seele zu verwechseln, und da sich der gemeine Geschmack überhaupt
nie über das Angenehme erhebt, so ist es solchen niedlichen Geistern ein Leichtes, jenen Ruhm zu usurpieren, der
so schwer zu verdienen ist. Aber es gibt eine untrügliche Probe, vermittelst
deren man die Leichtigkeit des Naturells von der Leichtigkeit des Ideals, so
wie die Tugend des Temperaments von der wahrhaften Sittlichkeit des Charakters
unterscheiden kann, und diese ist, wenn beide sich an einem schwierigen und
großen Objekte versuchen. In einem solchen Fall geht das niedliche Genie
unfehlbar in das Platte, so wie die Temperamentstugend in das Materielle; die
wahrhaft schöne Seele hingegen geht eben so gewiß in die erhabene über.“ - Friedrich von Schiller: Über naive und sentimentalische Dichtung
(quotation: www.gutenberg.spiegel.de/schiller/naivsent/ naivsent.htm).
Labels:
aesthetics,
art,
culture,
ideas,
philosophy
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