enero 2009
rebelion

I
Agrupadas y escondidas en la Sierra Maestra
de mi cuerpo,
un núcleo celular
insurgente y bien entrenado,
ha comenzado una rebelión en mi contra

II
No se anuncian
no molestan
ni siquiera me entero que están ahí,
reclutando más simpatizantes
haciéndose más fuertes

III
Algo rompió el equilibrio?
se coaguló el miedo en
un retortijón de angustia?
no lo se,lo cierto es que ahora
aquellas que en su día fueron mi grey
hoy quieren derrocarme

IV
En mi inconciencia
sigo derrochando energía
ganándole pulsos al Sol y la Luna.
Totalmente inmerso en el desgobierno de mi cuerpo,
agoto sensaciones y me hundo hasta
los codos en el barro
líquido de los placeres más ligeros

V
Nada me prepara para lo que sigue:
enceguecido por la argucia del derroche,
sigo creyendo que los dias y las horas son
de plasma vegetal,un recurso inagotable
que no hay necesidad de preservar

VI
Un buen día- como se dice-
aparecen a mi vista y no los reconozco
o quiero decir, son tan similares a mi
que no identifico en un principio,
peligro alguno
pero algo es cierto: no deberían
estar ahí

VII
Un vértigo conocido me revuelve el estómago
cuando se confirma su identidad
y de una manera extraña, no me sorprendo demasiado :
esta insurrección, este malestar hiperactivo
de mi carne
es algo que he estado esperando toda mi vida

VIII
Su rebelión es pequeña pero firme
su propósito no deja dudas: todo o nada.
A partir de ese momento,
el día no parece más el día
y la noche se agolpa en mi pecho,
procurando adentrarse en mi alma.

Adjective

nontopical (not comparable)

1. Not topical: not of current contemporary interest.
2. (medicine) Not topical: not applied to a localized part of the body

This will be a non specific blog.
Actually ... it will be about many things.Just not specific.
Ni siquiera el idioma será específico.Escribire  a ratos en español, a ratos en inglés.
A ratos usaré ambas lenguas, dependiendo de cual término me guste mas para designar algo.
Since I am an artist and even if I dont want to, sometimes I will write about art, visual art that is.
Right now, im thinking about people who hate- and hate- contemporary art.
They could be quite visceral about it.
Which is interesting, because they demonstrate  passion.
Sure enough, we live in a world of public passions :
Soccer fans are passionate about their teams
Celebrity fans are passionate about celebrities
Music fans are passionate about a music band or a musician.
But private passions are something else.
Maybe shared by a few , yes. But fueled by oneself.
Thats what's extraordinary about private passions.
And to be a devoted, passionate person who hates something like contemporary art, is unusual.
I know a woman in Mexico.She is one of these persons.
If it wasnt totally absurd, I would even think she is on someone's payroll.
I could imagine someone actually paying her a salary to devote hours on end to write furiously against art and artists involved in the contemporary art world.
Such is her passion and dedication.
She is obsssesive about it.And in all truth, sometimes she may even have a point.
Thats what I used to think when I first started reading her.Her ideas, although half-cooked, rather simplistic and above all, visceral, sometimes where not that far off.But then one day she sort of made a mistake : she actually published the kind of art she likes.She shot her self in the foot..
She liked very old fashioned things. Mostly, her idea of competent art was anchor on execution.
If it looked well done, and it was realistic-paintings for instance- it was good ,according to her.
Her passion borders on fanatism.She fails to see, even once in a blue moon, the beauty of simply executed yet absolutely meaningful art.
For her and her acolytes- the Hartismo people-time stopped for art somewhere around 1900.
But hardcore fanatism is alive and kicking.Here are some of the artists she loves to hate: Richard Prince,Antoni Muntadas,Cildo Meireles and Barbara Kruger.
Her name? Avelina Lesper.