Tribute to Laszlo Moholy Nagy. László Moholy-Nagy is known for his participation in various avant-garde movements in the interwar period, in which he was associated with members of Dadaism, Constructivism, and De Stijl. He explored new photography techniques by designing photograms. At the request of the founder and director of the Bauhaus school, Walter Gropius, the artist became a teacher there in 1923, receiving the title of Master. He left the school in 1928 and moved to the United Kingdom in 1934. There, he continued his artistic experimentation and worked in advertising. In 1937, he moved to the United States to open the New Bauhaus school in Chicago.
From The blood of a poet directed by Jean Cocteau in 1932
“The Blood of a Poet”1932 “Poets . . . shed not only the red blood of their hearts but the white blood of their souls,” proclaimed Jean Cocteau of his groundbreaking first film—an exploration of the plight of the artist, the power of metaphor and the relationship between art and dreams. One of cinema’s great experiments, this first installment of the Orphic Trilogy stretches the medium to its limits in an effort to capture the poet’s obsession with the struggle between the forces of life and death.
« One night I fall asleep with him Though I know we aren’t allowed to And I feel the fever burning inside me Without having a shadow of remorse And the dawn brings me to sleep I do not want the sun to come
When I hold his head in my hands I swear to you I feel sadness And I wonder If this love will have a tomorrow When I’m away from him When I’m away from him I’ve lost my mind a little
And I’m no longer from here Oh! I’m no longer from here I feel the rain from another planet from another planet When he hugs me close against him When I feel that I fit in his life
I pray for fate to pull me through I pray for the devil to take me And anxiety turns its face towards me And makes me speak its language
But when I hold his head in my hands I swear to you I feel sadness And I wonder If this love will have a tomorrow When I’m away from him When I’m away from him
I’ve lost my mind a little And I’m no longer from here. No I’m no longer from here I feel the rain from another planet from another planet. » (Véronique Sanson)
« The grace of novelty is to love what the flower is to fruit: it gives it a luster that fades easily and never returns. » (François de La Rochefoucauld)
« The night erases nights on your face, spreads ointments on your dry eyelids, the thought burns on your forehead, and beyond thought, memory. Among the shadows that drown you dawns on another face. And I feel that by my side you are not the sleeper, but the little girl you were and was just waiting for me to sleep to come back and meet me. » (Octavio Paz)
« The sirens have an even more lethal weapon than their song, namely their silence… someone may have escaped their song; but their silence, certainly never. » (Franz Kafka)