Quartet for Desert Moon "Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight." Orhan Pamuk I. Expectation Moon, where are you? Hidden in one, two, three, stark trees Filtering through a brutal desert sky, a spiky Desert washed blood red, torn against sharp Black stones, in the claret-stained night No fuzzy thumbprint, no cool clear light Just hard shards, the sharp shards of a cracked heart Silence and the dulling absence of reflection Barren desert of cactus, of stone, red sand, pink Bloom and the moon, diminished Where is the moon, desert? Where is that sober, milky light? Maybe it’s all moon, scraped and shaped by time A terrain of absence, of waiting in the quiet Missing moon, making what is present, alive II. Conversation Rothko’s red painting, titled “white” Absent black, floating red, the canvas sighs Not harmony, but balance The bruised red of late apples, persimmon and rose Voices in a hushed room volley Across the Hoffman, the Motherwell, the Kline The memory of Matisse’s red room, his own Discourse with the moon seeping into everyone III. Inspiration Approach is everything Tear the old to paper the new It starts with red And then the darkness follows Finding something in nothing Making something from nothing Relationship is everything In painting and in life You taught them all To be bold, not to lie, to stare The image straight in the eye Not to flinch in a fight From outside to inside, the moon Slides, lighting the studio, where Your own hard rhythms rise The red of blood, not fire, the black of night IV. Revelation You must get close, and wait As close as the sky-hidden moon will allow A stark red desert, night-folded trees Invisible force of the wind, blunt light Burnished, but not bright Not the cool articulate moon, only moonlight On serrated stones and what’s missing: morning Horizon, plain, the rest flat crimson and black Shooting upward out of the frame Or simply: Paper. Canvas. Paint.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 20:42:19 +0000
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