Friday, October 17, 2014

2 FREEWRITES WITH PICASSO


In a world of no
there is no room for conflagration
astral core samples, the hunger to know.
In the beginning was the crenulation of the brain.
What came first, the universe or the blackhole?

A psalm story
Earth-based spirituality
Dogs speaking from the other side.
Death is an illusion people say
Heaven is a place that cannot be found
God is in the cracks, a tiny crack
that separates this world from the next
7/8 of everything is invisible.
Feet know the way to the other world
You can't just chase the invisible.

There is only one thing we possess equally,
and that is our loneliness.
Like fortitude, the struggle with the angels,
where would the word to go, the strength of mind,
will, or choice, what we represent,
the lesson of fate, of passion,
what arises out of consciousness
and oppression is art. Solely art.



Ah, Picasso, Picasso,
painting is just another way of keeping up,
another way of keeping a dark circle
on the head of the horse rendered
in dappled beauty while the dancers take flight.
On the table, a frugal meal is laid out
a white potato, an apple. Some wine
for La Celestina.

A scarf, the laying of the brush.
Oh death and las damseilles
Azure landscapes with two figures
Every act of creation is too strong
of an act of destruction.

Painting is a form of magic
designed as a mediator
between the strange and hostile world.

Picasso said: it took me four years
to paint a rock like Rafael
but I know how to paint something.
When I paint I feel that all art
is in the past.

Let's go dancing, it's in the cards,
she said, the city folds in on itself.
The sound of an empty room.
After she left, they were thick as thieves
at the circus.

She pulls the self-portrait over her lips,
his eyes follow her every move,
but the viper was just a pipe,
it's in the cards, she said.

A small blue door,
two women running on the beach
22 breasts adrift in the breeze.
Such blue to contend with,
such monumental flesh,
Ruben's women turned to stone.

Picasso said: Art is never chaste.
A nude in the garden, and green cats.
Portrait of Dona Maar
the hands, tuberous clusters.
Weeping women in red dresses.
Art is that which makes us realize the truth.
Said the weeping women.

A cat and a bird, an unequal war.
Art is something of the senses,
a weapon of self defense against the enemy,
the symbolization of women
in the studio in Algiers.

Picasso said: painting is stronger than me.
It makes me want what it wants.
Oh the Women at Dachau and the Minotaur,
finally the Minotaur, the bullfight,
the disembodied horse, a goat skull,
an empty bottle, the candle of war,
and of course, Guernica,
that is the dissolution of life, of art.



no date, but it was scanned on 10/17/14, along with my Picasso notes. I wrote it in the museum, a running commentary, an inner dialogue, interspliced with Picasso's quotes painted on the walls, as I visited each painting. Since I never wrote up my notes up up afterwards, it doesn't make much sense. Perhaps I will mine it later.
added 10.16


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