Thursday, February 3, 2011

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Jaime Semprun, Andromache, I think of you!, Encyclopedia of Nuisances 2011


That may be the last book you read as the Jaime Semprun. In any case, the first to be published since the death the founder of the Encyclopedia of Nuisances. A wafer, rather, almost an announcement, 27 pages together scattered pieces of an estate that we are the legatees inconsolable.

The book contains texts of varied nature: a deeply moving elegy written in Paris in 2000 on the occasion of the anniversary of the death of the author's mother, actress Loleh Bellon, an essay on the strange painting, no name artists, such as a valuable post-designer of Guy Debord, and a bunch of arguments against fraud contemporary art.

Of the three, the text is the lowest. By its very form, working notes for a test in Vietnam, which he will forever be that this succession of statements unsurprisingly against small and large merchants Duchamp, Inc.. It lacks the style of these sketches Semprun, which would have transformed these aphorisms twilight flat convictions, and perhaps also a bit of fantasy, this had such glee when Baudrillard was mocking the reality of zero Art said today.

We say that is because Semprun was a pro-situ for the second time, a "political" what, strategist room insurrection which never came, rather than "artist" just missed the Pinot Gallizio.

"Notes on the tables" , the second text of the code, just yet partially contradict this image. Without an example, not a reproduction (too many images distract the viewer?), He recalls the ancient landscapes of "this world yet constructed" by hand ", this " Drowned World " whose memory persists through the magic of this quiet and simple art, painting. And the text ends with a breathtaking celebration - who remembers the text of the SI of the early 1960 - of painting as representation Atlantis landscapes and gestures lost: "The Atlantis, he left us a taste, irreplaceable, but can still be said - although the representation is as effective as words ".

But the real jewel, the treasure that brought tears of rage loss Semprun, these are beautiful pages that open the book, all in long sentences on a melancholy Paris escaping like life. Suddenly, it's a Semprun lyrical and full of emotion that we discover, away from the icy prose writer of the Encyclopedia of Nuisances. And we think the shots Venetian Debord In Girum Imus Nocte ... , this extraordinary text which shares the nostalgia both sweet and sharp. The Aeneid is reborn on the banks of the Seine and the Plaine Monceau, one passes the Square du Vert Galant, lost in reveries of psycho-geographical go where the ghosts of Baudelaire to Breton and that it borrows its title, which is also that this volume in the form of epitaph.

"Up there, in Montmartre, the crowd outside the fairground would begin to live slowly, like water singing in the pan and evaporate. There would still not far from the sludge diamond instead Clichy, the studio in the Rue Fontaine "with a view of the Void," said André Breton in the window showing the cabaret that name, and between Montmartre and the banks, a whole world: the chaos of living cited . "
Jaime Semprun
Andromache, I think of you!

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