The town
is up-gearing for Christmas
- born in the stars we shall die on earth
consumers reloaded
with special offers
and seasonal devotions -
augmented with amalgams
of self-worth reality
rushing stupid
from the office parties
into the closed museum bars -
tuesday is someone's day of rest
engineered by god
and the world -
- a temporary exchange of ways -
as for those poets
when they went on too long
they merely licked their quills
and made them longer
long as Pinocchio's nose
and longer
maybe long as a Joycean pub crawl
or a museum guide's
preamble -
O my god they are following me
and my dedication to verisimilitude -
I'm standing with my pencil
poised before a very small Rubens
- a man who is an expert in the art of overwhelming -
it's hardly a seminal work -
I think I'll slip the leash
and find the quite room
where the works
I like best
are hiding away
from from the madding
Rubens crowd -
Jan Massys' Merry Company
Reymerswale's Money Changers
Hoogstraten's Old Man at the Window
to name but three -
before I fly
to the Seven Stars
to cut my goulash of beef
with a spoon.
Merry Company - Jan Massys |
Money Changers - Marinus Van Reymerswale |
Old Man at the Window - Samuel Van Hoogstraten |
Like your poem. Seems to me you view Christmas rather as I do - too much consumerism and too much tat. As for Rubens - I like your summing up of him as a painter. I hadn't much experience of his work before visiting Antwerp cathedral last year 'an expert in the art of overwhelming' sums him up perfectly.
ReplyDeleteHello Pat, and a warm and joyful welcome back to Blogland. I think we're pretty much on the same wavelength here. Best wishes from Vienna!
DeleteInteresting words following each other in channels in your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rachel. I take no credit. The words find me.
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a winner
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Many thanks Magyar. A study, a filter, a selection a manipulation and a little juggling or something like that. It's a way :)
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