Maria about Constant
It struck me that the idea of the free, creative being, liberated from physical labor by machines, is indeed sympathetic. Nevertheless, it is, in this time, no longer tenable. That’s what I dedicated my poem about a picknick-table to.
The picknick-table is contradictory, like New Babylon,: if you are to be playful at a specific time and place, it is questionable for who’s entertainment that is.
I especially admire his New Babylon project, because of the mental space it creates. When looking at it I don’t know whether it is a model for something or a work of art. It makes me aware that perhaps every work of art, like every poem, is a proposition, a space for thoughts, and not just the object itself that you hang on a wall or put on a pedestal.