A poetic experiment: Walt Whitman, interpreted by three animators - Justin Moore

Poetski eksperiment: Volt Vitman, tumačenje troje animatora - Džastin Mur (Justin Moore)

Prevodilac: Tijana Mihajlović Lektor: Mile Živković

As an experiment,

Kao eksperiment,

we gave recordings of the same Walt Whitman poem to 3 different animators.

dali smo usnimljenu pesmu Volta Vitmana troje različitih animatora.

Each interpreted the text

Svako je protumačio tekst

with no knowledge of what the others were creating

bez znanja o onome šta su drugi stvarali.

Here's the result.

Evo rezultata.

"A Noiseless Patient Spider" by Walt Whitman

„Nečujan strpljiv pauk”, napisao Volt Vitman

Interpretation #1 by Jeremiah Dickey, Medium: Paint on Glass

Tumačenje br.1: Džeremaja Diki Sredstvo: slikanje na staklu

"A noiseless patient spider,

„Nečujan strpljiv pauk,

I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,

Zapazio sam ga gde na maloj uzvišici stoji samotan,

Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,

Zapazio kako, da istraži pustu ogromnu okolinu,

It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,

Ispušta iz sebe vlakna, vlakna, vlakna,

Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

Stalno ih odmotavajući, stalno ih odapinjući neumorno.

And you O my soul where you stand,

A ti, o, dušo moja, evo te gde stojiš,

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,

Opkoljena, izdvojena, u bezmernim okeanima prostora,

Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,

Neprekidno razmišljaš, odvažuješ se, hitaš, tražiš sfere da ih povežeš,

Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,

Sve dok potreban ti most ne oblikuje se, sve dok gipko sidro ne učvrsti se,

Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul."

Sve dok paučinasta nit koju hitaš ne zakači nešto, o, dušo moja.”

Interpretation #2 by Biljana Labovic, Medium: Video

Tumačenje br. 2: Biljana Labović Sredstvo: snimak

"A noiseless patient spider,

„Nečujan strpljivi pauk,

I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,

Zapazio sam ga gde na maloj uzvišici stoji samotan,

Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,

Zapazio kako, da istraži pustu ogromnu okolinu,

It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,

Ispušta iz sebe vlakna, vlakna, vlakna,

Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

Stalno ih odmotavajući, stalno ih odapinjući neumorno.

And you O my soul where you stand,

A ti, o, dušo moja, evo te gde stojiš,

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,

Opkoljena, izdvojena, u bezmernim okeanima prostora,

Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,

Neprekidno razmišljaš, odvažuješ se, hitaš, tražiš sfere da ih povežeš,

Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,

Sve dok potreban ti most ne oblikuje se, sve dok gipko sidro ne učvrsti se,

Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul."

Sve dok paučinasta nit koju hitaš ne zakači nešto, o, dušo moja.”

Interpretation #3 by Lisa LaBracio, Medium: Scratchboard

Tumačenje br. 3: Liza Labracio Sredstvo: tabla za crtanje

"A noiseless patient spider,

„Nečujan strpljiv pauk,

I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,

Zapazio sam ga gde na maloj uzvišici stoji samotan,

Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,

Zapazio kako, da istraži pustu ogromnu okolinu,

It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,

Ispušta iz sebe vlakna, vlakna, vlakna,

Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

Stalno ih odmotavajući, stalno ih odapinjući neumorno.

And you O my soul where you stand,

A ti, o, dušo moja, evo te gde stojiš,

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,

Opkoljena, izdvojena, u bezmernim okeanima prostora,

Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,

Neprekidno razmišljaš, odvažuješ se, hitaš, tražiš sfere da ih povežeš,

Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,

Sve dok potreban ti most ne oblikuje se, sve dok gipko sidro ne učvrsti se,

Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul."

Sve dok paučinasta nit koju hitaš ne zakači nešto, o, dušo moja.”