You take a piece of stone,
chisel it with blood,
grind it with Homer’s eye,
burnish it with beams
until the cube comes out perfect.
Next you endlessly kiss the cube
with your mouth, with others’ mouths,
and, most important, with infanta’s mouth.
Then you take a hammer
and suddenly knock a corner off.
All, indeed absolutely all will say
what a perfect cube this would have been
if not for the broken corner.
Nichita Stanescu, "A lecture on the cube".
4 comments:
have no words...blank :(
There's no need to say anything. I just posted this one as a reminder of the dicotomy between the artist creativity and work, and the society judgement of its art... with the aid of Stanescu, of course.
I don't know wether to say "your gleaming cubes are multipling like obelisks in the movie '2010' (the sequel to '2001')" ;
or
"You have successfully gleamed the Cube"
Gleaming the cube is my zen.
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