José Hierro: "Las Nubes"

"Inútilmente interrogas.
Tus ojos miran al cielo.
Buscas detrás de las nubes,
huellas que se llevó el viento.
Buscas las manos calientes,  los rostros de los que fueron,
el círculo donde yerran
tocando sus instrumentos.
Nubes que eran ritmo, canto
sin final y sin comienzo,
campanas de espumas pálidas
volteando su secreto,
palmas de mármol, criaturas
girando al compás del tiempo,
imitándole la vida
su perpetuo movimiento.
Inútilmente interrogas
desde tus párpados ciegos.
¿Qué haces mirando a las nubes,
José Hierro?
(de “cuanto sé de mí” 1957-1959)

(photography of david hockney by himself)


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  2. Hockney's world is not the
    lilac-pasteled dream of the New Age
    chocolate box artists, with their bucolic
    fantasies of a unicorned Utopia, but the
    rational attempt to paint a positive vision
    of the world increasingly informed by a
    fascination with modern science: "In
    Euclidian geometry there are perfect
    shapes, perfect forms, like the cube. In
    fractal geometry the definition of a form is
    much closer to nature. We would be
    surprised if our lungs were a perfect cube,
    but in fractal geometry they can be seen
    as perfect forms. I find that absolutely
    engrossing because it is another way of
    seeing. And not only that; it is, at the
    same time, another way of feeling."
    The enthusiasm expressed in this quote
    is the enthusiasm for life itself. It is the
    joy of being conscious—of being
    able—not merely to perceive the wonder
    of the world around us, but also,
    increasingly, to understand it.
    "Transhumanist philosopher" Simon Young on David Hockney.


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