double tribute: to Beckett & gommorra
It 's not so much the fact that she's' gone.
It 's the voice that brought me the news, which still
goes round and round in my head.
It is deposited, and white. Bianca.
gz
'There is in Rauschenberg - between him and what he collects for his pictures - the quality of a match.
For the first time.
Rauschenberg became one bearing gifts. His unexpected gifts. His unexpected and unnecessary gifts are a way of saying "yes" to what is'. And so we converted to the enjoyment of what we have.
(...) "I try to curb my habits visual [projective], to go against in order to achieve greater freshness. I try not to be familiar with what I do."
One of the simplest ideas is one that comes when someone cries.
Duchamp was on the rocking chair. I was crying.
Much later, in the same corner of the city, and more or less for the same reason, Rauschenberg was crying.
The white paintings capture what falls on us. Where beauty begins and ends? Ends where the artist begins. Why all those who are not artists seem more intelligent?
I look at the window and see the ice. The "dripping" of the water freezes and becomes an object, there is no dripping when you squeeze the tube of the same color, but there is acceptance of what happens and no tendency towards the gesture or the arrangement. "
John Cage, from the catalog "Rauschenberg,"
for the exhibition at the gallery Ileana Sonnebend Paris, 1963
tartie from --- Gallizio
time things that deposit clear
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