This is my visual rendition of the poem ´´ Son of the Century´ by Moroccan poet Abdellatif Laâbi.
The imagery, monsters and characters in this piece are figures and doodles I used to create in my schoolbooks. I decided to bring them to life through painting and animation. They are part of me, part of my mind. I´´´´ ve always been an einzelgänger, but these strange creations have always kept me in good company.
Son of the Century
By Abdellatif Laabi
I am the son of this pitiful century,
the child who never grew up.
Doubts that set my tongue on fire
burned my wings.
I learned to walk,
then I unlearned it.
I grew weary of oases
and camels searching for ruins.
Stretched out across the middle of the road,
my head turned to the East,
I wait for the caravan of fools.
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Images and sounds by Pablo E.S. Rijlaarsdam (REY)
