Tuesday, February 12
Ella escribe: "Desgraciadamente el problema no se limitaba a mis tribulaciones personales. La dicotomía comercio/arte en realidad también contaminaba las certidumbres sobre el objeto mismo. Planteaba las dudas sobre el respeto invertido frente a un objeto, sobre cual era la cuota de experiencia auténtica en relación a la intimidación producida por un precio y, en última instancia, sobre las causas de los fetichismos que gobiernan los gustos, las colecciones y los museos."
De La Corrupción en el Arte / El Arte de la Corrupción por Luis Camnitzer. Dictado en su conferencia para El Síndrome de Marco Polo, Problemas de la comunicación intercultural en la teoría del arte y la práctica curatorial en abril de 1995, La Casa de las Culturas del Mundo de Berlín organizó el simposio
El escribe:"The inner makeup of things..."
The inner meaning of the universe..."
All of this is unreal and means absolutely nothing.
It's incredible that anyone can think about such things.
It's like thinking about reasons and objectives
When morning is breaking, and on the trunks of the trees
A faint glimmer of gold is dissolving the darkness.
To think about the inner meaning of things
Is superfluous, like thinking about health
Or carrying a glass to a spring.
The only inner meaning of things
Is that they have no inner meaning at all.
I don't believe in God because I've never seen him.
If he wanted me to believe in him,
Then surely he'd come and speak with me.
He would enter by my door
Saying, "Here I am!"
(This may sound ridiculous to those who,
Because thay aren't used to looking at things,
Can't understand a man who speaks of them
In the way that looking at things teaches.)
But if God is the flowers and trees
And hills and sun and moon,
Then I believe in him,
I believe in him at every moment,
And my life is all prayer and a mass
And a communion by way of my eyes and ears.
...
PESSOA
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