
Mario Schifano – Paesaggio particolare , 1963
art & artist
to the amused muse
the artist becomes art!
lucid and luminous
a superior job:
chiselled stone
or painted in acrylics –
[a crust some would say
or a stain on the wall]
dumb I now puzzle
at how I came to be here
inside this odd painting
stuck on the wall —
a foreign object
hollow and queer …
[could it be the wine
that I’d imbibed with my meal,
that made me the winner
of this dubious prize]
to be in a picture
looking out at the world
had never been one
of my dearest ambitions
[then I think:
what’s a poet …
an observer inside the picture
we like to call life]
ah! here comes another
oh! a feckless modernist
the kind that makes installations
with rough rounded stones
and chipped broken boards …
he looks at me with disgust
and I look back at him
then I stuck out my tongue …
and to my surprise
I was back in the room
looking at a crust
of chicken wire and dung.
© G.s.k. ‘15
Written for: Tale Weaver 28: art & artist
with the Wordle of The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 213
What an interesting and thought provoking poem you have constructed from this wordle.
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Thanks Suzanne … it was a fun idea …
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Wonderful use of wordle words and tale weaver. A playful poem.
I especially liked: “what’s a poet …/ an observer inside the picture / we like to call life” and “he looks at me with disgust / and I look back at him / then I stuck out my tongue …”
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This was so cleverly written – and I echo Phylor’s sentiments – to a T.
Playfully exuberant!
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Thanks MJ!
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Thanks … it is a fun prompt … and I might like to revisit it in prose …
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