Long long ago, back when the world was young - that is, sometime around the year 1958 - a lot of artists and composers and other people who wanted to do beautiful things began to look at the world around them in a new way (for them).
They said: "Hey! - coffee cups can be more beautiful than fancy sculptures. A kiss in the morning can be more dramatic than a drama by Mr. Fancypants. The sloshing of my foot in my wet boot sounds more beautiful than fancy organ music."
And when they saw that, it turned their minds on. And they began to ask questions. One question was: "Why does everything I see that's beautiful like cups and kisses and sloshing feet have to be made into just a part of something fancier and bigger? Why can't I just use it for its own sake?"
When they asked questions like that, they were inventing Fluxus; but this they didn't know yet, because Fluxus was like a baby whose mother and father couldn't agree on what to call it - they knew it was there, but it didn't have a name...
César Figueiredo was born in Porto in February 1954. He still cultivates the obsession of being the reincarnation of a warm, eloquente nun, Sister Maria da Cruz, who lived from the end of the XVII century to the beginnings of the XVIII century.
She had discover the poetry one afternoon while she, patiently, was sharpening a stick of wood under an orangetree. She left poetic confessions and several acts a little here and there. She gained notoriety with the writings "Ténis is my Game this Perfume is my Love", “ a Fé Secreta do pequeno jardineiro”, “I love potery and potery loves me”, “Curriculum I”, "Creation, Evolution, Masturbatíon or is God a Bone?", "Die Schuhe Von Brecht im Berlin are worthier than Weill in Broadway", “Curriculum II”, "XXIV cartas comerciais tipo", Curriculum III”, a vast ANALgesic poetry and other unbelievable phenomena. According to minor historians, Sister Maria da Cruz died for a grave and compromising cause, still not revealled. About the present reincarnation... there is noting worth of reference.
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A Child's History of Fluxus
Dick Higgins
Long long ago, back when the world was young - that is, sometime around the year 1958 - a lot of artists and composers and other people who wanted to do beautiful things began to look at the world around them in a new way (for them).
They said: "Hey! - coffee cups can be more beautiful than fancy sculptures. A kiss in the morning can be more dramatic than a drama by Mr. Fancypants. The sloshing of my foot in my wet boot sounds more beautiful than fancy organ music."
And when they saw that, it turned their minds on. And they began to ask questions. One question was: "Why does everything I see that's beautiful like cups and kisses and sloshing feet have to be made into just a part of something fancier and bigger? Why can't I just use it for its own sake?"
When they asked questions like that, they were inventing Fluxus; but this they didn't know yet, because Fluxus was like a baby whose mother and father couldn't agree on what to call it - they knew it was there, but it didn't have a name...
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