750 days after Al Berto: Fear Original language: Portuguese Original title: O medo Year: 1987 -
Rating: Highly Recommended Al Berto is the pseudonym (just fortunate for my taste: think of the name of a rapper or a Big Brother contestant) of a great Portuguese poet of the second half of the twentieth century, real name Pidwell
Alberto Raposo Tavares. addition of a major poetic work, Al Berto is also the author of several books of prose, a theater, a libretto opera, a book of photography and a "false autobiography."
But without doubt, the fundamental book that summarizes their efforts and insights of poetry, is
Fear, practically a
Works or poetic Summa
originally compiled in 1987, but expanded over the years, even after poet's death. That is, something like the
Antolojías (sic) by Juan Ramon, or
Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman (and also recalls times in those chapters that have a diary, the Book of Disquiet
Pessoa, but not by heteronym of medium): it is ultimately an open work constantly under construction, in constant evolution that summarizes the essentials of his poetic career for over twenty years.
So
Fear is not a book to read followed from beginning to end (probably a book of poetry is), but to be on the bedside table or library, and approach him from time to time, waiting to be caught by surprise and leaving style, relatively simple and understandable, but certainly poetic, the author.
Thus, one may encounter with things such as the "Office of love" (I put it in Portuguese original, creo bien quite understand it):
ja not need you
have the company of animals and night fever
got sick of grain cities built on the principle of other galaxies, and remorse
one day I sensed a stellar music rocks, abandoned myself to silence
this love is very slow progress with the heartbeat
not, do not need me anymore
I have boundless spaces of the disease
and the secret wells of nomads
ascend to full knowledge of my desert
stopped being available, forgive me if
cultivation regularly miss my own body
The
this "Scrap"
The uve me
you that the day is clear and
each corner light you can collect
enough food to your death
goes where nobody can talk
or recognized by this field will
of extinct craters - going through that door
water as large as the night
leaves of the tree cover you Cassiopea
wild oats and that acid rusted
rise up in the giddiness of the flight - leaves
that autumn brings the birds and the bees
to spend the night in the sweetness
brief of your heart - hear me
the day you are clean
and beyond the skin builds arch salt
the eternal abode - that sea which shall flee
the ethereal visitor tonight
not forget the ship loaded with fires
desires into dust - do not forget the gold
ivory - the sixty pills lethal
for breakfast
[Leo en Internet que la versión en español es published to Select una incomplete, that s something comprensible (la tiene más original work of 600 pages) but it is a pity]
I will not speak of an electrical installation or industrial. But an art installation, a structure derived from the sculpture, which occupies a space, the floor, ceiling or walls in a gallery, and even in open fields. If you want to make one, you can use what you like, wire, wax, wood, cans, buttons, even lights and sounds, give it any form whether by example of some animal, (figurative) or you can do something crazy with forms crazy and histrionic (abstract). An installation usually lasts only for exhibition is therefore unique and unrepeatable. Thus, in the CBA (Centro Boliviano Americano) Cochabamaba 19:00 hrs, 25 March and a little later Yamil Escaffi surprises us with his art installation "Evening." "I'm always late," jokes the young artist. Family, friends, general public artists attended, representing the culture sector CBA Vilma Tapia Poet, presented the work of the novice artist. We appreciate then, a tortugota, green shell, black head above the bust with four arms, no head. Two arms praying with a fish net fishing and the other two words, as "treasure", "days", and more. As a boat as it feeds to its sinking. This is a weaver Pushkana deity, "who prays for their vulnerability to that get away with it, "says Jamil. The materials in this book are diverse, from cardboard, textiles, plastic bottles etc. (A good way to recycle). In Pushkana networks not only eats fish, but substantive. Bonito. Yamil In this made me think that the Pushkana is the man who eats little fish than words. Substantive eat to give them a value, a sense, on the way to death or shipwreck, something we do not know. We all behave well and asked questions, then this installation is the culmination of a poem by the author. Master quoting Vilma Valcarcel, agrees that contemporary art does not tend to convey a message, but rather is subject to subjective interpretation of consciousness individual. The author read a poem, for his mood, tempo and intensity of voice, no doubt it is a work of art. The high imagination put into the facility, suggests that creativity exists then takes us out of the harsh daily reality of just being flesh and blood. We dream, is embodied in art, he lived with magic between us through this young artist. Thanks Yamil! This work will be on display throughout the month of April. 
