- Beklager. Denne hendelse har allerede funnet sted.
Halvard Haugerud – «Nye digte»
15. oktober 2020 @ 18:00
Det er nærliggende å sammenligne en utstilling av Halvard Haugeruds malerier med dikt i en diktsamling.
En samling øyeblikksbilder fra en kunstners nære omgivelser, med titler som «Vinduskarm», «Speiling i elvevann» og «Blå kopp». Hver for seg bilder fra en hverdag, men samlet: En fortelling om tilstedeværelse, om å se og lytte. Men, også en dvelen ved tiden som går. Der hvor diktets innhold ligger mellom linjene, hviler innholdet i maleriene bak motivet.
John Berger skriver*:
Poems, even when narrative, do not resemble stories. All stories are about battles, of one kind or another, which end in victory and defeat. Everything moves towards the end, when the outcome will be known.
Poems, regardless of any outcome, cross the battlefields, tending the wounded, listening to the wild monologues of the triumphant or the fearful. They bring a kind of peace. Not by anaesthesia or easy reassurance, but by recognition and the promise that what has been experienced cannot disappear as if it had never been.
*Teksten er hentet fra: And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos (1984)
Poems, even when narrative, do not resemble stories. All stories are about battles, of one kind or another, which end in victory and defeat. Everything moves towards the end, when the outcome will be known.
Poems, regardless of any outcome, cross the battlefields, tending the wounded, listening to the wild monologues of the triumphant or the fearful. They bring a kind of peace. Not by anaesthesia or easy reassurance, but by recognition and the promise that what has been experienced cannot disappear as if it had never been.
*Teksten er hentet fra: And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos (1984)