monikaco on Nostr: This morning, I was reminded of a powerful poem by one of my all-time favorite ...
This morning, I was reminded of a powerful poem by one of my all-time favorite writers (the other being Calvino), the incomparable #JorgeLuisBorges.
His Ars Poética was part of my art piece A_Maze, 2001 (another connection to 9/11, as this is the print I saved on September 10th when I left my studio at the WTC, just before the attacks). (Image from my piece)
It reminds me that in moments of sorrow, crisis, or intense emotions, art has the power to elevate beyond anger, fear, joy, or sadness, transcending them into something higher and inspirational
Ars Poetica,” Jorge Luis Borges
To look at the river made of time and water And remember that time is another river, To know that we are lost like the river And that faces dissolve like water. To be aware that waking dreams it is not asleep While it is another dream, and that the death That our flesh goes in fear of is that death Which comes every night and is called sleep. To see in the day or in the year a symbol Of the days of man and of his years, To transmute the outrage of the years Into a music, a murmur of voices, and a symbol, To see in death sleep, and in the sunset A sad gold — such is poetry, Which is immortal and poor. Poetry Returns like the dawn and the sunset. At times in the evenings a face Looks at us out of the depths of a mirror; Art should be like that mirror Which reveals to us our own face. They say that Ulysses, sated with marvels, Wept tears of love at the sight of his Ithaca, Green and humble. Art is that Ithaca Of green eternity, not of marvels. It is also like the river with no end That flows and remains and is the mirror of one same Inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same And is another, like the river with no end.
#art #poetry #symbology
His Ars Poética was part of my art piece A_Maze, 2001 (another connection to 9/11, as this is the print I saved on September 10th when I left my studio at the WTC, just before the attacks). (Image from my piece)
It reminds me that in moments of sorrow, crisis, or intense emotions, art has the power to elevate beyond anger, fear, joy, or sadness, transcending them into something higher and inspirational
Ars Poetica,” Jorge Luis Borges
To look at the river made of time and water And remember that time is another river, To know that we are lost like the river And that faces dissolve like water. To be aware that waking dreams it is not asleep While it is another dream, and that the death That our flesh goes in fear of is that death Which comes every night and is called sleep. To see in the day or in the year a symbol Of the days of man and of his years, To transmute the outrage of the years Into a music, a murmur of voices, and a symbol, To see in death sleep, and in the sunset A sad gold — such is poetry, Which is immortal and poor. Poetry Returns like the dawn and the sunset. At times in the evenings a face Looks at us out of the depths of a mirror; Art should be like that mirror Which reveals to us our own face. They say that Ulysses, sated with marvels, Wept tears of love at the sight of his Ithaca, Green and humble. Art is that Ithaca Of green eternity, not of marvels. It is also like the river with no end That flows and remains and is the mirror of one same Inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same And is another, like the river with no end.
#art #poetry #symbology