MAP OF LYON WAITING FOR #8

Carte Lyon Map, une terrible Beauté est née.

En Attendant Roro # 08 allez à la 11 ième biennale de Lyon, 78 artistes sont réunis pour vous présenter une terrible Beauté est née de Victoria Noorthoorn et Thierry Raspail, (Clique ici pour les portraits ). Les œuvres sont exposées sur 13 000 m² dans quatre lieux : La Sucrière, la Fondation Bullukian, le Musée d’art contemporain de Lyon et l'Usine T.A.S.E.

"Pour la 11e édition de la Biennale de Lyon, historiquement une biennale d’auteur, j'ai choisi de faire ce que font les artistes – d’avancer à l’aveugle, dans le noir, sans savoir si celui-ci s’éclaircira ou non au cours de ma progression, pas à pas et d’œuvre en œuvre, de me laisser influencer par mes obsessions, mes intuitions et mes frayeurs, et d’être guidée par les indices et les provocations que les artistes conviés ont semé sur ma route – sur notre route. J’ai voyagé et fait en sorte que cette exposition parle tout à la fois de l’incertitude du présent et de son proche avenir, qu’elle parle de la condition de l’artiste et de l’absolue nécessité de l’art, tout en restant ouverte au doute, à la contradiction et à la perplexité, au changement et au mouvement." Victoria Noorthoorn Buenos Aires, 12 avril 2011.

Les Artistes Invités sont :
Gabriel Acevedo Velarde, The Arctic Perspective Initiative, Zbyněk Baladrán, Ernesto Ballesteros, Lenora de Barros, Hannah van Bart, Eduardo Basualdo, Samuel Beckett & Daniela Thomas, Erick Beltra n, Diego Bianchi, Guillaume Bijl, Pierre Bismuth, Arthur Bispo do Rosário, Katinka Bock, Ulla von Brandenburg, Fernando Bryce, François Bucher, John Cage, Augusto de Campos, Marina de Caro, Center For Historical Reenactments / dirigé par Gabi Ngcobo, Virginia Chihota, Robbie Cornelissen, Julien Giscrit, Marlene Dumas, Morton Feldman, Robert Filliou, Stano Filko, Aurélien Froment, Alberto Giacometti, Milan Grygar, Joana Hadjithomas & Khalil Joreige, Arturo Herrera, Michel Huisman, Jessica Hutchins, Yun-Fei Ji, Christoph Keller, Lucia Koch, Eva Kotátková, Robert Kusmirowski, Luciana Lamothe, Moshekwa Langa, Kemang wa Llehulere, Christian Lhopital, Laura Lima, Jarbas Lopes, Jorge Macchi, Cildo Meireles, Alex Mlynárčik, Laurent Montaron, Bernardo Ortiz, The Otolith Group, Sarah Pierce, José Alejandro Restrepo, Tracey, Rose, Alexander Schellow, Gabriel Sierra, Elly Strik, Neal Tait, Javier Téllez, Barthélémy Toguo, Erika Verzutti, Judi Werthein, Lynette Yiadom-boakye, Hector Zamora…

Pub biennale de Lyon avec carton Roni Horn Lambert Collection 2009. (SPTP)

William Butler Yeats : « Easter, 1916 »

I
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn :
All changed, changed utterly :
A terrible beauty is born.

II
That woman’s days were spent
In ignorant good will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers ?
This man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse.
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force ;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vain-glorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song ;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy ;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly :
A terrible beauty is born.

III
Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter, seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute change.
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute ;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim ;
And a horse plashes within it
Where long-legged moor-hens dive
And hens to moor-cocks call.
Minute by minute they live :
The stone’s in the midst of all.

IV
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice ?
That is heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall ?
No, no, not night but death.
Was it needless death after all ?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream ; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead.
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died ?
I write it out in a verse —
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly :
A terrible beauty is born.

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Biennale_de_lyon_programme.pdf

11_Biennale_Lyon_dossier_press.pdf

Collected Poems de W.B. Yeats

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