Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Word Satori

Haven't posted one of these in a while. Just started reading Hemingway after a decade of resistance. This compact vignette from the collection  In Our Time  struck me with its poetical innovation. It was written before 1925!  I'm only now beginning to understand the debt many of my favorite authors, and consequently I owe Hemingway.

The first matador got the horn through his sword hand and the crowd hooted him. The second matador slipped and the bull caught him through the belly and he hung onto the horn with one hand and held the other tight against the place, and the bull rammed him wham against the wall and the horn came out, and he lay in the sand, and then got up like crazy drunk and tried to slug the men carrying him away and yelled for  his sword but he fainted. The kid came out and had to kill five bulls because you can't have more than three  matadors, and the last bull he was so tired he couldn't get the sword in. He couldn't hardly lift his arm. He tried five times and the crowd was quiet because it was a good bull and it looked like him or the bull and then he finally made it. He sat down in the sand ang puked and they held a cape over him while the crowd hollered and threw things down into the bull ring. 

Chinese Contemporary

                                          Liu Wei

                                          Wang Qingsong

                                           Zhao Bandi

I came across these images while researching contemporary chinese dissident artists for a story. These artists however, are not necessarily dissidents.