Sunday, April 27, 2008

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Die Wolkenpompe


aus karaffen blast der scwarzgefärbte weltgeist
gleicher windsbeinen ist ausgespannt wie flosse und
Flügel in wasser und luft
daß er sich vermaledeit vervesses jongleurer seiner
knochenstangen watterbrücken
der früchte der vögel über himmel rollt
und steuersteine wie eine orgel dreht
also steigen wir aus ihm
kein haschen hat uns mehr
und messen zwölf scheffel schatten drei ellen eulen
und sind fadentief rosengras
er hat den schwan verfürt
er hat die wasserscheide umge stellt
er macht kein blumen noch federlesens
er träßchen aus glas

eitel ist sein scheitel und sinn und trageit bergen und
glanz darin
am morgenroten am kanonboten muß er sterben samt
seinem kem und chor und einzelvox
und klopft mit den stimmgabein an dis dürren stolen
seiner leiber nachzizn
und münst in kleinen kesseln sein blut
und bespritz mit stemen die eckige nacht
ja wachgarderobe wettergarbengeläute
und wenn einer nicht will ist einer da der will und
mußss und wieder kann und möchte und die gläser
bis zum ranr vollstreicht und lacht und den anderen
weder fühlt noch riecht darum bewegen sich die
weigen im galopp

Jean Hans Arp

And who would dare disagree?




Me and ex wives and business partners

6 Comments:

Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Wei Gates, Mein Herr Savant:

Jean Arp / Hans Arp (September 16, 1886 – June 7, 1966) was a German-French sculptor, painter, poet and abstract artist in other media such as torn and pasted paper.

Arp was born in Strasbourg. The son of an Alsatian mother and a non-Alsatian German father, he was born during the brief period following the Franco-Prussian War when the area was known as Alsace-Lorraine (Elsass-Lothringen in German) after it had been returned to Germany by France. Following the return of Alsace to France at the end of World War I, French law determined that his name become Jean.

In 1904, after leaving the École des Arts et Métiers in Strasbourg, he went to Paris where he published his poetry for the first time. From 1905 to 1907, Arp studied at the Kunstschule, Weimar, Germany and in 1908 went back to Paris, where he attended the Académie Julian. In 1915, he moved to Switzerland, to take advantage of Swiss neutrality. Arp later told the story of how, when he was notified to report to the German embassy, he avoided being drafted into the army: he took the paperwork he had been given and, in the first blank, wrote the date. He then wrote the date in every other space as well, then drew a line beneath them and carefully added them up. He then took off all his clothes and went to hand in his paperwork. He was told to go home.

Arp was a founding member of the Dada movement in Zürich in 1916. In 1920, as Hans Arp, along with Max Ernst, and the social activist Alfred Grünwald, he set up the Cologne Dada group. However, in 1925 his work also appeared in the first exhibition of the surrealist group at the Galerie Pierre in Paris.

In 1926, Arp moved to the Paris suburb of Meudon. In 1931, he broke with the Surrealism movement to found Abstraction-Création, working with the Paris-based group Abstraction-Création and the periodical, Transition.

Throughout the 1930s and until the end of his life, he wrote and published essays and poetry. In 1942, he fled from his home in Meudon to escape German occupation and lived in Zürich until the war ended.

Arp visited New York City in 1949 for a solo exhibition at the Buchholz Gallery. In 1950, he was invited to execute a relief for the Harvard University Graduate Center in Cambridge, Massachusetts would also be commissioned to do a mural at the UNESCO building in Paris. In 1954, Arp won the Grand Prize for Sculpture at the Venice Biennale.

In 1958, a retrospective of his work was held at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City, followed by an exhibition at the Musée National d'Art Moderne, Paris, France, in 1962.

The Musée d'art moderne et contemporain of Strasbourg houses many of his paintings and sculptures.

Arp's first wife, the artist Sophie Taeuber-Arp, died in Zürich in 1943, and he subsequently married the collector Marguerite Hagenbach. Arp died in 1966, in Basel, Switzerland.

(When Arp spoke in German he referred to himself as "Hans", and when he spoke in French he referred to himself as "Jean". Many people believe that he was born Hans and later changed his name to Jean, but this is not the case.)

So only Anonomann will be able, or his LL, to tell us if there is something to disagree about, or debate. Mein HS Deutsch is not up to it, Herr Lane. But how wunderbar from yet another wunderkind (Dougie I)to share with us his female accouterments; all the lovely Frau that have, and still do bless his life. Hello, Robin, long time no hear from you as a FFTL commentor. We miss you and would love to enjoy your candor and sense of humor yet again. With all the smiles that abound, that must have been a momentus occasion. Pray, tell us more.

Glenn

1:49 PM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

If one went to "Greatist links" and looked for babelfish.
One could translate the darn thing.
One would have to be nuts to waste the time, 'cause it still wouldn't make sense.
Besides, I have an English approximation here that I may post.

The momentous occasion was the third annual executive meeting of the entity known as "Slumlords" or "F Lindsay Clark"

You recognize Liz too, I imagine, the other beauty is Anne.

3:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane (& Glenn),
1) The Arp thing doesn't make sense to me either, ans Ì am fluent in German, but not Gibberish!
2) Who are the ex-wives and who are the ex-business-partners/slumladies????
3) The LL and I send regards to you, your current wife (Meredith), and Keth.
Tschüß,
Anonomann

1:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Y'All!
I. Tapvi's 14 April 2008 Blogspot at "schmaltzuberalles.blogspot.com" has some appealing words at the end about the Head Honcho @ The Cusckucks' Nest.
Tschüß,
Anonomann

2:49 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

From left to right, Liz, Lane, Robin, Anne.
Liz is first lovely wife.

9:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane!
Liz is a pretty chick! The other two don't look like slumladies!
You have a god eye!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann

2:08 AM  

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