Here I am,
head consumed by twenty
the warmth of a fireplace burning thoughts. Words like smoke
looking at the sky. The young
studies and prepare the future
For what, has lost its meaning.
not raise the curtains, there is no better ...
One generation has given and then removed.
Nothing more ...
in the hands of economists
what remains of the failures.
red geraniums
On the windowsills of the house in ruins ...
The jew singing at sunset
the land along the
Limat in some Tea Room in Zurich.
''Wenn Rufe ich, erhòre mich, Gott, du mein Retter
Du hast mir gescaffen Raum, als mir angst war
You gnàdig mir, und auf mein Flehen hor!
''Sing now the Arab
along the alleys of the city that tells history
stones raised, slaughtered and again raised
as bastions and towers on the hill. You
dirge of colors, almost a lament
and not mine.
The girl wears a headscarf.
I fought waving the sword ...
GSN ...
To interpret and tell myself I choose Vincent van Gogh .... Portrait of Dr. Gachet (1890)
To tell our confused and uncertain time I chose a beautiful painting by Hieronymus Bosch ... The Ship of Fools ...
.... Ship of Fools is a satirical work published in 1494 in Basel by Sebastian Brant, a conservative German theologian. (Der Narrenspiegel, das groß Narrenschiff).
are those of Brant, confused and uncertain years following introduction of major changes.
It 's the time of Erasmus of Rotterdam and the famous In Praise of Folly
About the madness and the Ship of Fools Michel Foucault writes ...
"Because you see a sudden rise in the shape of the ship of fools, and his insane crew invades the most familiar landscapes? Because water from the old alliance with the madness, was born a day, and that very day, this boat?
[...]
Insanity and the insane become important figures in their ambiguity: menace and mockery, dizzying unreason of the world, ridiculous and petty men. "
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