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| Schmerz - Pain 29,5 x 21 cm |
BLUE RONDO
A LA PARAMOUR
I’ll take a
slab of roast veal in olive oil
per favore
with some lemon and rosemary
sprinkled
on; and did I mention the vino rosso
something alla
magnifico whatever
guaranteed
to the hilt of its coat of arms
while on a
windy Etruscan hillside
in the
midst of several self-abusive hallucinations
cavorting
among themselves near the dappled compost
heap, I, or
someone like me, enthroned upon an African chair,
spot a tall
naked girl, vibrantly unreal, her skin
all honey
and olives in the white light as she saunters across
the
desiccated grass. But she’s not your run of the mill
pagan apparition. No.
In fact,
it’s not difficult to imagine her
with a
rolled up Elle or Vogue in her fist
swaying
fiercely in the middle of a sagging bed
smashing
against the white washed walls
of our cheap pensione
the whining
succubi of Italian night.
Portishead - Sour Times
Roseland New York
Gail Sibley wrote on July 7, 2013:
ReplyDeleteHi Karin, When I first looked at this, I saw a dancer, like a Caribana dancer with ruffles at the ends of pants, and could feel the moves and feel the music. And then I skipped over to your blog and was shocked to see the word 'pain' associated with the piece (and yes, I can see that now) but also glad to see Mark's words about Sound all around us. This was a perfect example of bring our own experience and perceptions to art. Thanks!!!
Thank you so much, Gail, for looking at it and commenting. I appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry that you cannot comment. Unfortunately I have no idea why.