Category: art /for an artist
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Blue
Neruda and Stevens wrote poems with blue guitars never green or red. Picasso painted a blue guitarist bent, almost broken boney hands on brown guitar. I think I know why they used blue, but I’m not sure. They didn’t explain or ask permission. 10-15-20
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Mother’s knit doilies
She used to knit doilies for living room end tables, to place under lamps and African violets, protecting wood finish or place upon arms and backs of chairs, keeping furniture fabric free of oil from skin and hair. Her mother did the same with well worn sticks, twirling stitches, replicating forms over and over. I…
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That guy
I am that guy that guy who stands in a museum up close to a Frankenthaler painting looking at an individual stroke where a brush fiber rises up thinking everything I discern had meaning for the painter I am that guy that guy who stares at a Kahlo piece from across a gallery trying to…
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Unbowed
face in a mirror bohemian leftist feminist painter politics and lovers magical realist worked to live lived to die house of blue ashes in a jar upon a shelf Frida looks for her eyebrows in the dust of her head 2-18-20
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The Samsara tree
alone a tree stands by a field of plowed ground stands against the sky stands defiant roots reaching in limbs reaching out twists in the wind alone by a field of plowed ground silhouette against billowing clouds dances in storms brawny figure by a field of plowed ground branches hang arms nailed against the sky…
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The heft of light
I went alone to an art exhibition for a friend On the way home I pondered how art changes who I am Light breaking on horizons and scenes of dusk or darkness draw me in Was it sunset or sunrise? Was the darkness evening or predawn? At 3 a.m. I stand barefoot on the porch…
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yellow flowers
At night, on her living room wall hung a Van Gogh reproduction of a vase of yellow flowers on a sunny day and on rainy mornings a Van Gogh reproduction of a vase of yellow flowers on a sunny day still hung on her living wall and one rainy morning you realized somewhere was a…
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blue haiku
blue girl with blue eyeswrites blue haiku with blue inkunder a blue sky 11-29-19 *title by wife
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11/11 – Dream π r²
You cross bridge after bridge go from island to island looking for the friend You sit in cafes walk neighborhoods hang out on park benches You stroll through galleries listening for the rhythm of the artist’s heart Once, you thought you saw the back of their head but you lost them in a crowd Like…
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