Carlo Carrà
Il pino sul mare (A Pine by the Sea)
1921
oil
on canvas
Moon and panorama of the
insects, 'The Poet Prays to the Virgin for Help.'
I pray to the Divine Mother
of God,
Heavenly Queen of all
living things,
grant me the pure light of
the little animals
who have a single letter in
their vocabulary.
Animals without souls.
Simple shapes.
Far from the despicable
knowledge of the cat.
Far from the fictitious
profundity of the owl.
Far from the sculptural
wisdom of the horse.
Creatures love without
eyes,
with a single sense of
rippling infinity,
and who gather themselves
together into great heaps
to be eaten up by the
birds.
Grant me the single
dimension
that little flat animals
have
to tell of things covered
with earth
beneath the shoe’s hard
innocence.
Nobody weeps comprehending
the millions of tiny deaths
at the market,
that Chinese multitude of
beheaded onions,
that great yellow sun of
old flattened fish.
You, Mother, ever terrible,
whale of all the skies;
you, Mother, ever the
joker, neighbor of the borrowed parsley:
you know I comprehend the
world’s tiniest flesh
that I may give it voice.
Federico
Garcia Lorca
Harry Haarsma (NL)
2014
newspaper
and oil on linen
42
x 58 cm
Harry Haarsma (NL)
2013
newspaper
and oil on linen
42
x 58 cm
Harry Haarsma (NL)
2013
newspaper
and oil on linen
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