…Allí, esperándome, había una realidad inimaginada: olas de calor, enormes edificios grises y rojos, paredes leprosas, anchas y hermosas avenidas, árboles desconocidos, torrentes de autos, gente yendo y viniendo, ríos de bicicletas, callejas apestosas, ... mierda y jazmín, la magnificencia de un eucaliptus en la desolación de un basural... la luna sobre la terraza del sultán ...
Octavio Paz
" Vislumbres de la India "
…There, awaiting me, was an unimagined reality:
waves of heat; huge grey and red buildings , leprous walls, wide and beautiful avenues, huge unfamiliar trees,
torrents of cars, people coming and going, , rivers of bicycles, stinking alleyways,… shit and jasmine
a magnificent eucalyptus in the desolation of a garbage dump,... full moon over the sultan's terrace,
Octavio Paz
"In light of India"
lunes, 20 de agosto de 2007
There is no innocent eye.
What we see is regulated by need and prejudice.
The eye comes always ancient to his work, obsessed by its own past and by new and old insinuations of the ear, nose, tongue, fingers , heart and brain.
It selects , rejects, organizes, discriminates, associates, classifies, analyzes and constructs.
Nelson Goodman
“Languages of Art”
What we see is regulated by need and prejudice.
The eye comes always ancient to his work, obsessed by its own past and by new and old insinuations of the ear, nose, tongue, fingers , heart and brain.
It selects , rejects, organizes, discriminates, associates, classifies, analyzes and constructs.
Nelson Goodman
“Languages of Art”
Los chicos / The children
La calle / The street
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