{"id":5626,"date":"2017-01-19T12:32:47","date_gmt":"2017-01-19T11:32:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/?page_id=5626"},"modified":"2017-11-09T12:51:11","modified_gmt":"2017-11-09T11:51:11","slug":"hans-petter-blad","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/hans-petter-blad\/","title":{"rendered":"HANS PETTER BLAD"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5><strong>WRITER, POET, FILMMAKER<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Writer, poet, filmmaker\u2026 Hans Petter Blad is all of that, and also a friend of painters, a fan of jazz and art from Monk to Munch, and an acute observer of every nook and cranny in his native Oslo: he has walked all its streets. His work is an opus written in rhymes and rhythms, and cardiac rhythms especially, because beneath the surface of his work lies rage: the rage to create. To observe. To listen. To read. Since his first feature-film \u2014 \u201cHodiak\u201d, shot in the early Nineties, launched a new Norwegian wave \u2014 and also in his many novels and plays, Blad has never ceased swaying between black and white: the fragile equilibrium of humans in search of identity. Hans Petter Blad takes a chisel to the <em>chiaroscuro<\/em> of souls. Outwardly humorous and poetic, but deep down, icy and opaque. Like a frosted version of French writer Olivier Cadiot. Every text he writes is a proposal. An invitation to go on a journey. An extension to the domain of struggle beneath the midnight sun. At the age of 54 he has traversed every art form in the world, and his Rimbaud-like accents have taken him to numerous continents, but with a slight preference for the old one and particularly its Paris-the-City-of-Light. It is the city of all things possible for this artist from the North: this explorer of vagabond moods is sculpting his own creations like some tipsy onlooker drifting with the currents of his own sensibility.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">With an ear permanently screwed to the hearts of the living, Hans Petter Blad is a hunter: he hunts poetic breaths, and as a younger man his dreams were of Albert Camus and &#8220;The Rebel&#8221;. For this collaboration with the ONJ he has sifted through all his poetry collections, from \u201cBiblioth\u00e8que\u201d (2008) and \u201cMarbre\u201d (2010), to \u201cMus\u00e9e\u201d (2014) and \u201cClair-obscur\u201d (2016). His selection contains fragments of life more realist than surrealist, fragments where the dialogue between Man and Nature takes place over a good verse, and words become the final cure for all ills.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>WRITER, POET, FILMMAKER Writer, poet, filmmaker\u2026 Hans Petter Blad is all of that, and also a friend of painters, a fan of jazz and art from Monk to Munch, and an acute observer of every [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":5503,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5626"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5626"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5626\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6283,"href":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5626\/revisions\/6283"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5503"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onj.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5626"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}