Picasso As Poet

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a cup of coffee courts the aroma everlasting that corrupts the wing shaking a harmonium caressing her timid white flesh as kisses breeze through the window fill the room with goldfinch words fluttering in the ear soundless and singing and laughing crazy trills through his veins
“[A]n insatiable player with words … [who, like] James Joyce … in his Finnegans Wake, … displayed an equal capacity to promote language as a real thing (one might say) . . . and to use it with as much dazzling liberty.” – Michel Leiris

“Seeing comes before words. The child looks and recognises before it can speak.
…But there is also another sense in which seeing comes before words.
It is seeing which establishes our place in the surrounding world … The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled.” – John Berger, Ways Of Seeing

The purpose of art is to… is to.. is to offer a different perspective? A different angle? Change people’s minds? Change your own mind? Make light of the darkness? Satisfy our innate urge to create, to alter and order the things outside of ourselves? Or just to talk in a new language? A language of triggers that bypasses concept and semantic association and goes straight to the senses.
What happens when we change medium? Like the wonderful nuances and idiosyncratic descriptions of someone telling a story or a joke in a second language, we get echoes of their native tongue. In Picasso’s case his paintings are already poetic, and his mind in poetry is no less visual.

Young girl correctly dressed in a beige coat with violet facings 150.000 – 300 – 22 – 95 centimes a madapolam combination checked and adjusted with an allusion to hermine fur 143 – 60 – 32 a brassiere the open edges of the wound held separated by hand pulleys making the sign of the cross perfumed with cheese (Reblochon) 1300 – 75 – 03 – 49 – 317.000 – 25 centimes openings up to date added on every second day set into the skin by shivers kept awake by the mortal silence of the color lure genre Lola of Valence 103 plus the languorous looks 310 – 313 plus 300.000 – 80 francs – 15 centimes for a forgotten glance on the dresser – penalties incurred during the game – throw of the discus between the legs by a succession of facts which for no reason at all succeeded in making themselves a nest and in some cases transforming themselves into the reasoned image of the cup 380 – 11 plus expenses but the so academic draw- ing model for all of history from his birth until this morning doesn’t cry even if one steps on the finger that points to the exit but spits out his nosegay with the drinking glass only the smell organized in regiments and parading by flag up front only if the tickling of desire doesn’t discover the auspicious place to transform the sardine into a shark the shopping list gets longer only from that moment on without the inevitable stop at the table at lunch time to be able to write while sitting in the middle of so many mixed hyperboles with the cheese and the tomato


Picasso: Magic, Sex & Death – A documentary


People follow the feeling. Gertrude Stein’s ode to Picasso, say it to yourself in the mirror and see how the repeated use of ‘one’ and ‘were’ and ‘whom’ make it look like you are blowing kisses, adding a physical element to the portrayal of her affections towards him.

One whom some were certainly following was one who was completely charming. One whom some were certainly following was one who was charming. One whom some were following was one who was completely charming. One whom some were following was one who was certainly completely charming.
 
Some were certainly following and were certain that the one they were then following was one working and was one bringing out of himself then something. Some were certainly following and were certain that the one they were then following was one bringing out of himself then something that was coming to be a heavy thing, a solid thing and a complete thing.
 
One whom some were certainly following was one working and certainly was one bringing something out of himself then and was one who had been all his living had been one having something coming out of him.
 
Something had been coming out of him, certainly it had been coming out of him, certainly it was something, certainly it had been coming out of him and it had meaning, a charming meaning, a solid meaning, a struggling meaning, a clear meaning.
 
One whom some were certainly following and some were certainly following him, one whom some were certainly following was one certainly working.
 
One whom some were certainly following was one having something coming out of him something having meaning and this one was certainly working then.
 
This one was working and something was coming then, something was coming out of this one then. This one was one and always there was something coming out of this one and always there had been something coming out of this one. This one had never been one not having something coming out of this one. This one had been one whom some were following. This one was one whom some were following. This one was being one whom some were following. This one was one who was working.
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