“If you believe that artists are useless, try to pass quarantine without music, books, poems, films or paintings.” Some days ago, Stephen King published this phrase on Twitter and gave him, as if needed, a layer more to the importance of culture. The cultural consumption that entertain, yes, but above all give an identity and a purpose. We are what disks, books, poems, movies and paintings they did of us: we are, in short, what the artists did for us.
“Heaven ordained” is the new launch from the publisher digital IndieLibrosthat arises with the object of ratifying that idea. The collection is led by Matías Bauso and have a proposal mind-boggling: each of the authors participating in it write an essay in relation to a work —that can be a song, a series, a book, etc— but, instead of telling the story of the creation, to consider how you rocked it, you changed it: how it was formed.
At one point, the project has an aspiration borgiana —in fact, the title of the collection comes from the poem “The causes” of Borges—: not only because it puts art in front of life, but because it aims to achieve a universality of individuals to to draw a new cultural map, which is formed by the personal taste of each author.
Among the participants, we can highlight Ana Navajas, Angels Savior, Bernardo Erlich, Rafael Filipelli, Juan Villegas, Florencia Scarpatti, Diego Geddes, Julia Moret, Maia Debowicz, Federico Fashbender, Esteban Castromán. The topics addressed are as varied as miles Davis, Britney Spears, and “Blow out”, the films of David Lynch, etc
Says April Soda in the foreword: “I Cannot say that all the things here said to be certain, because memory distorts memories, and are the other, are the stories beyond the ones that shape one’s own; at least in the life of an artist, that with time you become more accustomed to look at himself through the trial and the perception of others, all I remember is also a way of distorting reality. But are the words true, in the sense of sweet of the word”.
A 16-year-old writes in his Olivetti. It is (almost) the only thing that makes. Until one Friday night to see “The Wall” on television. He explodes the head. “What was that that you had passed over? How an artistic product could have that power over your mind? Nothing would be the same from that point on. The film had shown him everything that he knew since forever and never had been able to say”. The writer, now 40 years old, and man family, was asked by the boy of 16 who was, explores it, and brings the present to a dark past event.
In “The dead poets society” one of the characters is suicidal. During the suicide scene I revolqué in the armchair of the cinema angry, I wanted to scream that it was a crazy unnecessary this death, that I could do that. My grandfather had been killed five years before by jumping down from a train at the station of Belgrano R. awoke one morning very early and said goodbye to my grandmother and we saw more. I slept in his house, I heard him grab the keys before leaving. When he passed my grandfather, and never until today, I complained to no one, nor screamed, nor do I ahogué in snot by his suicide, but in the movie I couldn’t stop. My reaction to those two deaths has written, in the key, who I am.
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