LITTERATURE-ΛΟΓΟΤΕΧΝΙΑ-ON JOSEPH BUEYS-Χρονικο-. o Joseph Bueys εξηγει στον νεκρο λαγο τη ζωγραφικη-ΕΙΝΑΙ ΑΔΥΝΑΤΟ ΝΑ ΔΙΔΑΞΕΙΣ ΚΑΘΕΤΙ-ΤΙ ΜΠΟΡΕΙ ΝΑ ΓΙΝΕΙ ΓΙ'ΑΥΤΟ;- ΜΗΝ ΑΓΟΡΑΖΕΤΑΙ ΕΠΑΝΑΣΤΑΣΗ.Η ΕΠΑΝΑΣΤΑΣΗ ΕΙΝΑΙ Η ΠΡΑΓΜΑΤΙΚΗ ΖΩΗ- ΚΕΙΜΕΝΑ-TEXTS-Χ.Ν.Κουβελης[C.N.Couvelis}

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LITTERATURE-ΛΟΓΟΤΕΧΝΙΑ
ΚΕΙΜΕΝΑ-TEXTS-Χ.Ν.Κουβελης[C.N.Couvelis}
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Joseph Beuys-2μ χ 3μ-χ.ν.κουβελης c.n.couvelis
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o Joseph Bueys εξηγει στον νεκρο λαγο τη ζωγραφικη-ΕΙΝΑΙ ΑΔΥΝΑΤΟ
ΝΑ ΔΙΔΑΞΕΙΣ ΚΑΘΕΤΙ-ΤΙ ΜΠΟΡΕΙ ΝΑ ΓΙΝΕΙ ΓΙ'ΑΥΤΟ;

ΜΗΝ ΑΓΟΡΑΖΕΤΑΙ ΕΠΑΝΑΣΤΑΣΗ.Η ΕΠΑΝΑΣΤΑΣΗ ΕΙΝΑΙ Η ΠΡΑΓΜΑΤΙΚΗ ΖΩΗ-χ.ν.κουβελης c.n.couvelis

ON BUEYS
Χρονικο
-ο πολεμος.16 Μαρτιου 1944.Κριμαια.το στουκας χτυπηθηκε απο αντιαεροπορι-
κα πυροβολα.επιασε φωτια κι ανατιναχτηκε.ο Beuys πεταχτηκε απ'την καμπινα
του αεροπλανου.επεσε στην ερημια τραυματισμενος βαρια και καμενος σ'ολο το
σωμα.νυχτωσε.τη νυχτα τον μυρισαν αγρια θηρια.τον πλησιασαν δεν τον εφαγαν.
καθισαν κοντα του.την αλλη μερα τον βρηκαν ντοπιοι κυνηγοι και τον μαζεψαν.
τον πηγαν στον Ταρταρο σοφο κι εκεινος τον αλοιψε  σ'ολο το σωμα με ενα παχυ
στρωμα απο λιπος ζωων και του εντυσε το σωμα με αρκουδοτομαρο.μονο το κε-
φαλι αφησε εξω.για ενα μηνα ηταν ετσι,και μετα γιατρευτηκε.κι εγινε ειρηνη.
ο Beuys -

“Had it not been for the Tartars I would not be alive today. They were the nomads
of the Crimea, in what was then no man's land between the Russian and German
fronts, and favoured neither side. I had already struck up a good relationship with
them, and often wandered off to sit with them. ‘Du nix njemcky’ they would say,
 ‘du Tartar,’ and try to persuade me to join their clan. Their nomadic ways attracted
me of course, although by that time their movements had been restricted. Yet, it
was they who discovered me in the snow after the crash, when the German search
parties had given up. I was still unconscious then and only came round completely
after twelve days or so, and by then I was back in a German field hospital. So the
 memories I have of that time are images that penetrated my consciousness. The
last thing I remember was that it was too late to jump, too late for the parachutes
to open. That must have been a couple of seconds before hitting the ground. Luckily
I was not strapped in – I always preferred free movement to safety belts… My friend
was strapped in and he was atomized on impact – there was almost nothing to be
found of him afterwards. But I must have shot through the windscreen as it flew
back at the same speed as the plane hit the ground and that saved me, though I
had bad skull and jaw injuries. Then the tail flipped over and I was completely
buried in the snow. That's how the Tartars found me days later. I remember voices
saying ‘Voda’ (Water), then the felt of their tents, and the dense pungent smell of
cheese, fat and milk. They covered my body in fat to help it regenerate warmth,
and wrapped it in felt as an insulator to keep warmth in.” [8]
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