NUDO,
Barcelonas jährliches Poesiefestival
Die spanische Version meines
Videogedichts Night, Street, Lantern, Pharmacy – La Noche, La
Calle, El Farol, La Farmacia – Dichter: Aleksander Blok / Stimme:
Alena Antonowa / Performance: Theatergruppe STAGE DFT / Musik:
Podington Bear wird sein
Präsentiert bei der Proyección Mostra de Videopoesia
V2 VERSOS&VISUALS.
Die Projektion ist Teil von NUDO, Barcelonas jährliches
Festival der entfesselten Poesie (07.04.-14.04.24)
Vorführung am 13.
April 2024,
Beginn
16:00 Uhr Bürgerzentrum Pati Llimona (Gòtic)
Salón
de actos
Carrer
del Regomir, 3, Ciutat Vella, 08002 Barcelona, Spanien
Annual
poetic meeting in Barcelona that celebrates the unexpected links
between beings and things, between ideas and forms. 1/3 NUDO
Barcelona: April 7-14, 2024
About
the work:
2017,
4:50 min
Link
English Version: https://vimeo.com/224809432
Interpretation
and reflection of the poem Night, Street, Lantern, Pharmacy by the
Russian poet Aleksandr Blok . It was written in October 1912 and it
is one of my favourite poems by Blok. The video is as well an
experiment for to combine two different ways and styles of
interpretation into one film. With urban scenery of St.Petersburg at
night and the metaphoric and abstract interpretation of poem by the
theatre group STAGE DFT (St.Petersburg, Russia). At the same time
it´s a homage to St.Petersburg. The idea for a visual interpretation
I got during a streetcar ride through St. Petersburg late a night.
Aleksandr Blok (Александр Блок) (1880-1921) was the
foremost of the Russian Symbolists, who changed the face of Russian
letters from the late 1890s through until the Russian Revolution,
leading Russian literature into a ‘Silver Age’ after the great
works of the previous century. Even the poem is very short it is not
easy to translate into another language. There are various English
translation which differ quite a lot from each other . So I tried to
make a visual interpretation of it.
Nacht,
Straße, Laterne, Apotheke,
ein
bedeutungsloses und trübes Licht
Auch
wenn man noch ein Vierteljahrhundert lebt
Alles
wird gleich bleiben. Es gibt keinen Ausweg.
Du
wirst sterben – dann fängst du wieder von vorne an
Nacht,
die wellige, eisige Oberfläche des Kanals
Apotheke,
Straße, Laterne
