Viggo Mortensen's Coincidence Of Memory.
This collection of poetry, photographs, and reproductions of paintings spans the last twenty years or so of the artist's creativity, and gives an introduction to the wondrous diversity of the man. No matter the media his work, in the truest meaning of the word, is soulful. I felt that every ounce of him was put forth in an attempt to convey the thoughts and emotions that were so urgent at the time that they forced him to pick up pen or paint brush.
I have to admit that when I first heard that Viggo Mortensen wrote poetry, painted pictures, and was a photographer my initial reaction was "oh goody, just what we need another dilettante celebrity killing trees for their vanity" Well one look at his work puts that notion to rest. This is not the work of a person simply feeding his ego, but that of an artist creating with emotion and ideas.
The cover shot, (Sueno del Retiro) which spans the front and back covers, is of a soft focused black and white treescape. The foreground and the background dissolve together so that trees, sky, and earth are one, while retaining their own distinct elements. They do exist individually, and could have been focal points on their own, but through the blurring of images we see them as a unit, and feel their interconnectedness as well as their individuality. When I look at his photo I feel like I could be flying around the trees, in the fog, navigating by the sound of the leaves. I feel lonely because there is no one else there, but at the same time realize that I'm never alone because the trees and the sky and the earth are always with me.
His poetry. While reading the poems I would get a visual of him in my minds eye observing; standing in the shadows with pen and paper to write down moments so that we too could feel them. If, as is probably the case, they didn't actually happen, then moments of universality that he was compelled to portray. There is such potency here that I found myself unable to absorb more then one or two of them at a time. I'm still re-opening the book and discovering something new about work I thought I had read thoroughly. Each piece picks away at you, demanding attention from your heart and mind. Follow a thought, then feel it, as he slowly unravels the story for you.
He is not scared to show emotion, or to grapple with hidden demons, but not once did I get the impression that he was spilling his guts or using his poetry for self-therapy. As he does in his acting, he is able to suppress his own self behind the characters portrayed. They are the ones feeling, not him. That is in itself, an accomplishment worth celebrating.
His subject matter is diverse: prose pieces about factory workers and relationships, an ode to the delicate manoeuvring required as friends slide into becoming lovers, descriptions of everyday, poignant in their simplicity, observations of the world around us, and even a comment on the process of moviemaking (the only obviously autobiographical piece) Not once does he sit in judgement, that's for us the reader, and we are not encouraged in that. There is nothing simple about this work, no black and white. Like the photograph on the front cover everything is blurred together, so we have to pick our way through a poem, looking at the individual pieces, and make up the whole on our own.
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