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"Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb." Hans Arp

"Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation." Hans Arp


HANS ARP (1886-1966)" CONFIGURAZIONE # 1 "
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PAINTING BY SURREALIST YVES TANGUY (1900-1955) "I CAME LIKE I PROMISED "
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PAINTING BY MARC CHAGALL (1887-1985)"ABOVE THE TOWN"
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PAINTING BY MARC CHAGALL (1887-1985) "CEMETERY GATES"
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PAINTING BY SIGNORELLI (1441-1523) " DEVIL DRAGGING SOULS TO HELL"
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NOTE: In the four images above below the work by Hans Arp I have tried to give a representation of the experiences & emotions of my piece of poetry below entitled " A DANSE MACABRE" . Let me know if you thought it worked or not.

And now a few words about DADAIST & Surrealist Xtror_ dinaire :
Hans/Jean Arp (1886-1966)

French sculptor, painter, collagist, printmaker and poet of German birth. The son of a German father and French Alsatian mother, he developed a cosmopolitan outlook from an early age and as a mature artist maintained close contact with the avant-garde throughout Europe.
He was a pioneer of abstract art and one of the founders of Dada in Zurich, but he also participated actively in both Surrealism and Constructivism. While he prefigured junk art and the Fluxus movement in his incorporation of waste material, it was through his investigation of biomorphism and of chance and accident that he proved especially influential on later 20th-century art in liberating unconscious creative forces.

Definitions:

Biomorphism:
Term derived from the Classical concept of forms created by the power of natural life, applied to the use of organic shapes in 20th-century art, particularly within SURREALISM. It was first used in this sense by Alfred H. Barr jr in 1936. The tendency to favour ambiguous and organic shapes in apparent movement, with hints of the shapeless and vaguely spherical forms of germs, amoebas and embryos, can be traced to the plant morphology of Art Nouveau at the end of the 19th century; the works of Henry Van de Velde, Victor Horta and Hector Guimard are particularly important in this respect.

Fluxus:
Name of a group or movement, from the Latin for 'a flowing', formed in Germany in 1962 by the Lithuanian-born American theorist and art philosopher George Maciunas (1931-1978). He wished to instigate an anti-art, anti-bourgeois pro-gramme involving and mingling several art forms and operating mostly outside the world of art commerce. In spirit, therefore,
Fluxus came close to a revival of Dada, though its work was seldom as openly political as some of the Dadaists were. What it presented, during about ten years of notable activity, was often in the form of Happenings, as in street events; it gave some per-manence to its doings through publications. Many American artists played some part in Fluxus, but its main arena was Germany where Beuys and Vostell were involved for a time.

Definitions provided by:
www.nelepets.com/art/20c/terms,group/biomorphism

Arp’s poetry has a beautifully haunting quality to it & his poetry seems deceptively simple yet pure.
So here is a sample of his poetry.

The Plain by Jean (Hans) Arp

I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon.

The plain was flawlessly paved.
Nothing, absolutely nothing but the chair and I
were there.

The sky was forever blue,
No sun gave life to it.

An inscrutable, insensible light
illuminated the infinite plain.

To me this eternal day seemed to be projected --
artificially-- from a different sphere.

I was never sleepy nor hungry nor thirsty,
never hot nor cold.

Time was only an abstruse ghost
since nothing happened or changed.

In me Time still lived a little
This, mainly, thanks to the chair.

Because of my occupation with it
I did not completely
lose my sense of the past.

Now and then I'd hitch myself, as if I were a horse, to the chair
and trot around with it,
sometimes in circles,
and sometimes straight ahead.

I assume that I succeeded.

Whether I really succeeded I do not know
Since there was nothing in space
By which I could have checked my movements.

As I sat on the chair I pondered sadly, but not desperately,
Why the core of the world exuded such black light.

For more examples of Hans Arp’s poetry see OLDPOETRY.COM
& PoemHunter.com

See: Mark Harden’s Artchive: DADA AND SURREALISM
www.artchive.com/

& Surrealist.com


391:dada
www.391.org/dada.
And:
www.artic.edu/reynolds/essays/hofmann
theArt Institute of Chicago-Ryerson & Burnham Libraries

/www.geocities.com/
The Politics of Surrealism.

/www.freshwidow.com/

And here’s a little ditty of my own to give you dear reader a little morsel to chew on while you are sleeping.

A NEW DANSE MACABRE

Looking like skeletons
in the Danse Macabre
parading around this bar
young girls all skin and bone
emaciated bodies no breasts no hips
working hard to look like this
they think it’s appealing
and I am haunted by the story
I heard the other day
that you did the deed
no meat left on your bones
looking into a mirror
distorting your image
seeing imaginary rolls of fat
on your emaciated body
once beautiful and full
your sallow sucked in cheeks
gave you away
though you always seemed
to be smiling
“Glad to see you Gord
give me a call
and we’ll have a coffee”
you said last time I saw you
you breezing by
late one night in a café́
and then a message of apology
left on my answering machine
and then the rumour of your death
an old friend filling in the details
your sister finding you there lifeless
one day bumping into her in the street
still wondering about your silence
I asked “so how’s your sister”
“oh she’s dead didn’t you know”
“that’s terrible” I said
not knowing what else to say
“ah well” she said “at least
the pain is over for her
and she’s better off than you or I
we still have to live in this Hell Hole”
as she began to walk away she added
“Look Gord give me a call
we must get together for a coffee sometime.”

That’s it for now, see you around,
GORD

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