In one of his books, talks about the Neapolitan Morelli spent years sitting at the door of his home watching a screw on the ground. At night I got together and put it under the mattress. The screw was first laugh, made of hair, irritation community, neighborhood committee, a sign of violation of civic duties, finally shrug, peace, the screw was peace, no one could pass the street without looking askance at the screw and feel that it was peace. The guy died from syncope, and screw the neighbors came just disappeared. One of them saved, perhaps in secret and out look, then save and go to the factory feeling something that does not include, a dark disapproval. Just be quiet when you pull the screw and looks at him, stared until he hears footsteps and has to hastily. Morelli thought that the screw should be something else, a god or something. Too easy. Perhaps the mistake was in accepting that the object was a screw that was shaped like a screw. Picasso takes a toy car and turns it on the chin of a baboon. Maybe the Neapolitan was an idiot but could also be the inventor of one world. Screw an eye, a look at a star ... Why surrender to the Great Tradition?
Rayuela, chap. 73
Luxembourg. Paris V
Musée National d'Art Moderne. Centre Pompidou. Beaubourg. Paris IV
Notre Dame. Paris IV
Picasso Museum. Paris III
Villa de l'Ermitage. Paris XX
"Nada" by Frank Gerard. Saint-Germ ain des Pr ed. Rue de Seine. Paris VI
"Nada" by Frank Gerard. Saint-Germ ain
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