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Ettore Sottsass Radical Emotion Design

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Designer and architect Ettore Sottsass, the figurehead of 20th-century Italian design died on Monday aged 90, the ANSA news agency reported.

His rich longevity and sensitive soul brought him to cross many designs periods. In 1958 Sottsass worked as an industrial designer for ‘Olivetti’. He designed a variety of products such as calculators and typewriters. Some of these products, such as the Logos 27 calculator and the Valentine typewriter were very well known products at the time. His greatest accomplishment whilst at ‘Olivetti’ was the design of the mainframe computer ‘Elea 9003′ for which he given the coveted Compasso d’Oro award. Sottsass’s influential designs helped launch Olivetti into the world of Italian industrial design.

In 1972 Sottsass created a ”House Environment” for the Museum of Modern Art in New York. The room consisted of a series of grey fibreglass containers comprising of such things as cookers, sinks, dishwashers, showers, toilets, storage, seating, beds and wardrobes.

Ettore Sottsass was one of the leading members of the Memphis Group founded in 1981 to revive Radical Design. The products created by the Memphis group included limited production creations of unusual objects and functional designs to break down the barriers between high class and low class.

A retrospective of the designer’s work was opened in northeastern Trieste in early December marking his 90th birthday on September 14.

The exhibition, titled “I Want to Know Why,” includes 130 of Sottsass’s creations and runs until March 2.

“I would like the visitors to leave crying — that is, with emotion,” he said at the time of the opening. And he left left us to look at objects with wise words.


Written by Ilari Valbonesi

January 1st, 2008 at 11:29 pm

babsì jones. SLMPDS. 1701765. ? . (almost) book trailer. (almost) review

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Babsi Jones, SAPPIANO LE MIE PAROLE DI SANGUE
Booktrailer:

Backstage

Sappiano le mie parole di sangue – Shall my words taste of blood almost Review.

Definition: Know

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v.tr. e intr. (io so)

Hamlet is a tragedy and revenge play by William Shakespeare. It is one of his best-known works, and also one of the most-quoted writings in the English language.[1] Hamlet has been called “Shakespeare’s greatest play”[2] and it is universally included on lists of the world’s greatest books.[3] It is also one of the most popular of Shakespeare’s plays, judging by the number of productions; for example, it has topped the list at the Royal Shakespeare Company since 1879.[4] With 4,042 lines and 29,551 words, Hamlet is also the longest Shakespeare play.[5]

Who’s there?” asked Barnardo.

“No, you answer me. Stop and identify yourself!” demanded Francisco.

“Long live the King!”

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Hamlet/o is an impossible tragedy and revenge play by Hamlet/Babsi Jones.

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Rizzoli Editore (RCS), collana 24/7

Pol. How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter:
yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a Fishmonger:
he is farre gone, farre gone: and truly in my youth,
I suffred much extreamity for loue: very neere this. Ile
speake to him againe. What do you read my Lord?
Ham. Words, words, words

I was Hamlet (?)

Babsing

Must (like a Whore) vnpacke my heart with words

For, what we know must be, and is as common

Once upon a time

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Io non so, I don’t know

Qu. No more.
Enter Ghost.

Ieri ho smesso di uccidermi.

Faccio a pezzi gli strumenti della mia prigionia la sedia il tavolo il letto.

Distruggo il campo di battaglia che era la mia dimora.

(babsì jones. SLMPDS. 1701765. ? . )

jugo_slavismi

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King. What do you call the Play?
Ham. The Mouse-trap: Marry how? Tropically:
This Play is the Image of a murder done (not only) in Vienna
Ham. The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King, is a thing-

Mi strappo l’orologio dal petto che era il mio cuore.

Nepovratna pesma – Miroslav Antic

Nikad nemoj da se vracas
kad vec jednom u svet krenes
Nemoj da mi nesto petljas
Nemoj da mi hoces-neces.

I ja bezim bez povratka.
Nikad necu unatrag.

Sta ti znaci staro sunce,
stare staze,
stari prag?

Tu je ono za cim moze da se pati
Tu je ono cemu mozes srce dati.
Al’ ako se ikad vratis
moras znati
tu ces stati
I ostati.

Ocima se u svet trci
Glavom rije mlako vece
Od reke se dete uci
ka morima da potece.

Od zvezda se dete uci
da zapara nebo sjajem.
I od druma da se muci
i vijuga za beskrajem.

Opasno je kao zmija
opasno je kao metak
da u tebi vecno klija
i carlija tvoj pocetak.

Ti za koren
nisi stvoren
Ceo svet ti je otvoren.

Ako ti se nekud zuri,
stisni srce i zazmuri.
Al’ kad podjes – nemoj stati
Mahni rukom.
I odjuri.
Ko zna kud ces.
Ko zna zasto.
Ko zna sta te tamo ceka.
Ove su zelje uvek belje
kad namignu iz daleka.

Opasno je kao munja
opasno je kao metak
da u tebi vecno kunja
i muci se tvoj pocetak.
Ti si uvek krilat bio
samo si zaboravio.

Zato leti.
Sanjaj.
Trci.
Stvaraj zoru kad je vece.
Nek’ od tebe zivot uci
da se peni i da tece.
Budi takvo neko cudo
sto ne ume nista malo,
pa kad krenes – kreni ludo,
ustreptalo,
radoznalo.

Ko zna sta te tamo ceka
u maglama iz daleka.

Al’ ako se i pozlatis,
il’ sve tesko,
gorko platis,
uvek idi samo napred.

Nemoj nikad da se vratis.

Written by Ilari Valbonesi

September 27th, 2007 at 9:27 am

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