Posted: December 28, 2015 | Author: zoowithoutanimals | Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing, Poetry, Writing | Tags: 60's, Adélia Luzia Prado Freitas, adelia prado, Giorgio de Chirico, impressionism, metaphysical, scuola metafisica, sun, sun on the easel, Surrealism |
By Adelia Prado
On one occasion,
my father painted the whole house
a brilliant orange.
We lived for a long time in a house,
as he said himself,
eternally dawning.

Sun on the Easel. Giorgio de Chirico. 1968.
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Posted: December 21, 2015 | Author: zoowithoutanimals | Filed under: Prose, Writing | Tags: Barry Lopez, granta, granta 133, indigenous, language, nature, nature writing, nonfiction, observation, seeing, the invitation |
Extract from The Invitation by Barry Lopez as published in the last issue of Granta (n. 133), a thoughtful meditation on language and seeing:
“When I was young, and just beginning to travel with them, I imagined that indigenous people saw more and heard more, that they were overall simply more aware than I was. They were more aware, and did see and hear more than I did. The absence of spoken conversation whenever I was traveling with them, however, should have provided me with a clue about why this might be true; but it didn’t, not for a while. It’s this: when an observer doesn’t immediately turn what his senses convey to him into language, into the vocabulary and syntactical framework we all employ when trying to define our experiences, there’s a much greater opportunity for minor details, which might at first seem unimportant, to remain alive in the foreground of an impression, where, later, they might deepen the meaning of an experience.”
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Posted: December 9, 2015 | Author: zoowithoutanimals | Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: Argentina, Cortázar, interrogative, Julio Cortazar, latin american literature, literature, para leer en forma interrogative |
By Julio Cortazar
Have you seen,
have you truly seen
the snow, the stars, the felt steps of the breeze…
Have you touched,
have you really touched
the plate, the bread, the face of that woman you love so much…
Have you lived
like a blow to the head,
the flash, the gasp, the fall, the flight…
Have you known,
known in every pore of your skin,
how your eyes, your hands, your sex, your soft heart,
must be thrown away
must be wept away
must be invented all over again.

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Posted: December 3, 2015 | Author: zoowithoutanimals | Filed under: Art, Photography | Tags: animals, barcelona, bear, Catalan, elephant, escaped animals, flix, free animals, gazelle, giraffe, patric marin, rhino, rhinoceros, tapir, Tarragona, toucan, zoo, zoo without animals, zoowithoutanimals |
The Rough Skin of the Elephant (La piel ruda del elefante, 2013-2015) is the title of a series by the Catalan photographer Pàtric Marín which pictures surprising scenarios of animals escaped from the zoo and trapped inside various spaces in a city – a parking lot and other charmless locations. The photographs caught my attention immediately, apart from being thoroughly well executed, moving, and tragic, they are in perfect harmony with zoowithoutanimals. They are wonderful, see for yourself:

Raül and Emma

Wake up, Glòria!

Jordi, learn to fly please!

Ismael, reflection is for idiots

Rita hangs by a thread

Xavier, go out of here!

Artur’s sad job

The end or the beginning

Josep, what do you want?
See more of Pàtric’s work in Fotografia a Catalunya
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