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IN ART AS IN LIFE

IN ART AS IN LIFE

There are girls with tattoos
that go to places you cannot see
for clothes, or they without mirrors

There is art stolen by Nazis
that has never been recovered

There are more
openings than you can attend
more miles
in the Louvre, Prada and Hermitage

Here on the fridge, home from grade 2
notice the use of color and light

SAGRADA FAMILIA

SAGRADA FAMILIA

It took Antoni Gaudi to see
that if a tree can be a cathedral
a cathedral can also be a tree

That it still stands is proof
that the branches from its trunks
can hold the canopy of roof

It is trite and true to say
that Gaudi built poetry

and I’d love to build a poem
where one could come and sit

as softly on a hardwood pew
in a place so radiant lit

ALWAYS FOR THE FIRST TIME

ALWAYS FOR THE FIRST TIME
for Andre Breton

Mary Oliver has written another great poem,

That is to be expected you say
she is a great poet after all

It’s only Houdini
getting out of his chains again
no big deal, he is Houdini isn’t he

Oh no my friends

Notwithstanding there might be
a little less effort each time
a little less pain and pushing
at the beginning and the end
a miracle is still a miracle
no matter how often it happens

Take birth for instance

TEMPIS

TEMPIS

In the caves there are paintings
thirty thousand years old
and the Sistine Chapel has been
around for a while

In Tibet and Arizona
they paint with colored sand

A Cordon Bleu feast
beautiful for a moment
then brushed away

For those who would judge
one as better than the other
I offer
A poem or a psalm
in a long remembered book

Reading it is in column one
hearing it in column two

Or how about a whispered
“I love you” in the ear
is it gone or is it here

THE STROKE

THE STROKE

I lost my father
when he was sixty one

He wasn’t exactly lost
I knew where he was
but he didn’t

Six weeks in a coma
some parts he sent ahead
and some came back

The great Swiss-German
precision driven
driven precision
mind stopped ticking

True the right artistic side
the one he’d put away
the one that mostly died
when his mother died
at eight came out to play

Whatever we hadn’t resolved
and there was plenty
stayed that way

but art is no small
thing either

NEGATIVE SPACE IN NEW YORK CITY

NEGATIVE SPACE IN NEW YORK CITY

At the Guggenheim
they make a big deal
about the negative space
between the right arm
and the body
of Picasso’s “Woman Ironing”

Which makes sense to me
as a boy from the prairie

Since I have often been told
that there are many
beautiful buildings in this city

And yet have only seen
a few tops and sides

My gaze always glancing
off glass and stone

In its wild rush
to grasp and embrace
any small piece of sky

ON THE OTHER HAND

ON THE OTHER HAND

In Haifa
we visited a home
with original paintings by Chagall
(You know how he can always
make you feel like you can fly)
and a bomb shelter
under the stairs

Stopped at a wall by a bus stop
with one stone for each child
killed in the explosion

And looked down on the harbor
across the order and beauty
of the gardens of the Bahai

Looked out across the water
to Lebanon where the last
rockets flew