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Tree, 1935
Arthur G. Dove (1880-1946)
Rooted but free,
Distant yet calling me,
On a day cloudy,
An inwardly radiant tree.
– Bolbul
Ringelrosen, c 1930
Karl Schmidt-Rottluff (1884-1976)
Taught the love of flowers
By the neighboring miller’s daughter,
An artist so remembers
The unrepayable favor.
- Bolbul
Children on Cycles, c 1961
Demas Nwoko (1935-)
Car braked, its occupiers’ minds reverse… Heads a lick above handlebars and bodies fighting the bike tilt… they start with half kicks. The steeds love the red dirt and canter… Thanking uncle enough for the afternoon’s lending would be hard.
- Bolbul
First Neighborhood
To that garden of satin,
Softly real like chubby children,
I travel laughing often…
Grateful for the tonic of illusory permanence.
- Bolbul
Little Tree Amid Shrubbery, Paul Klee
Untitled, c 1975
Fred Arnus Zigldrum (1941–1984)
She essayed an appearance about interiority… frizzy thoughts countervailing the slickness of conservatism, a smoke engulfed in black, signalling the self hurt of protestation and delicate touches of rouge and floral notes… rightfully hers, so reappropriated from the world.
- Bolbul
Braiding the Hair, 1930, click-view
Jean Charlot (1898-1979)
She walked village streets,
Hair kissing heels,
Awing folks with a queenly mien…
But readying was no task mean.
- Bolbul
Boating in the Park, 1979
James Weeks (1922-98)
Some part of us is a swan,
Albeit an incomplete one…
So since civilization’s dawn,
We build boats to complete the transfiguration.
– Bolbul
Rainy Day Near Capolago, 1907
Augusto Giacometti (1877-1947)
The spongy grass soaked the falling drops, the roofs batted them right off, the lake let them make ripples… but the painter, spreading the net of brush strokes, caught and froze in time all.
- Bolbul
Mothering Milk
From the udders of vastness,
They drink the milk of grace,
Expressing with every step,
The joys of collective cowness.
– Bolbul
Summer Morning in Maloja, 1927
Augusto Giacometti (1877-1947)
Interlocuties
The forest, not the trees, sat before him for a portrait… The sky backlit the head and the rocks flashed an angled, resolute smile. The painting became a conversation between the brush and the jungle… whose new idiom would resonate a hundred years.
– Bolbul
Forest near rocky caves above Chateau Noir, 1904
Paul Cezanne (1839-1906)
Standing Lake
Objects thrown into the blue wall floated. Henri, after chucking oranges and an ivy vase, gave the vertical lake its presiding sunbathing mistress. A wooden jetty facilitated walking in or out.
– Bolbul
Sculpture and Vase of Ivy, 1916
Henri Matisse (1869-1954)
Concert Champetre, 1975
James Weeks (1922-98)
A fly’s buzz over head waves
Of grass blades, will a concerto champetre
Initiate… engulfing a lapping lake,
Affirming the pastorality of the Milky Way.
– Bolbul
Floral Phrasing
The Chrysanthemum newgen, having heard of the eccentric man in Aix, visited him. Seating them in a vase, the man spoke in phrases they’d been dying to hear… planar and conical, not tiresomely round and sweet as customary. They felt energized about the future…
– Bolbul
Chrysanthemums, 1898
Paul Cezanne (1839-1906)
Tortilla Maker, 1937
Jean Charlot (1898-1979)
Of the magic they’d wrought from stone
None was sweeter than kneaded corn,
On which they’d raised generations…
Blessed be Mexican morns.
- Bolbul
Young Woman with Book, 1934
Aleksandr Deineka, (1899–1969)
Caffein-colored of mind,
In light sugar sunlight,
She wears the crystal eyes
Of a book… to observe life.
- Bolbul
Grey, Blue & Black, Pink Circle, 1929
Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986)
Come and go friends will,
With their colored circles,
But one may not hold
What once was… so the poet told.
- Bolbul
Big Suckers, 1971
Wayne Thiebaud (1920-)
Stare at them hypnotized,
Let your mind ride
Sweet storms aromatized…
Fear not, in minutes the madness will subside.
– Bolbul
Alberto lendo, 1915
Giovanni Giacometti (1868-1933)
Books, in gardens of minds,
Are sunning butterflies,
To touch and follow… so appear
Outside, their colored smears.
- Bolbul
Max Weber (1881-1961)
Interior with Music,1915
Walls joined hands with the piano man,
Steps carried notes… octaves up and down,
Arches sang to the highest climax,
In music painterly… from Weber Max.
- Bolbul
Woman with a Daffodil, 1945
Lucian Freud (1922-2011)
Seems what we see and feel…
Of layers of beauty
And their tandem wilting,
Is an oddly Freudian recording.
- Bolbul
Jeune femme lisant à sa fenêtre, 1921
Marius Borgeaud (1861-1924)
Her room was fragrant with light
From the window tall extending sight,
To which adding scenes of human plight
Was a little one opening on the mind.
– Bolbul
Deux filles / Epithalamique, 1970-71
Yiannis Moralis (1916-2009)
From Egypt to Greece,
Many a statue and frieze
Offered modernist Moralis
Tips to eternally please.
- Bolbul
Lipstick Row, 1964
Wayne Thiebaud (1920-)
Isn’t it always time
To stand up in a line,
Not to be breached
By the intrusive kind…?
- Bolbul
Alicia, 1916
Saturnino Herran (1887-1913)
Pinned atop the architecture…
A braided, crowning flower,
Hand-picked from the garden of culture.
Now smiling in the honor.
- Bolbul
Girl with Strawberries, c 1887
Hans Heyerdahl (1857-1913)
Picking strawberries less for taste, more for color…
Which metabolizing in her hair,
Gave it the power to make atmosphere
Darkly sweet like the painted whisper.
- Bolbul
Cityscape 1, 1963
Richard Diebenkorn (1922-93)
The sun drawing with shadows,
Gave a blueprint that Richard follwed
Over roads paved, hills and dales,
Sketching an innovative, Californian trail.
- Bolbul
Meditation After the Bath, 1920-21
Henri Matisse (1869-1954)
Meditation brooks no intrusion
Except when induced by posing often
For someone sagely
Enjoying a similar station.
- Bolbul
Gladiators, 1940
Philip Guston (1913-80)
Men, fine specimens of maleness,
Yet star-crossed and minus political connections,
Feed not their hungry children
But screaming, frothing gallery lions.
Bolbul
Interior at Paddington, 1951
Lucian Freud (1922-2011)
Eyeing mutually in a meditative stance,
The man clenching hand and the Dracaena plant,
Share a canvas of consciousness
Stained by light exterior and a carpet red-tan.
– Bolbul
On the River Bank, 1909
Leo Putz (1869-1940)
The boat shall wait
Until daylight fades
When returning…
The oar she shall retake.
– Bolbul
The Painter’s Room, 1944
Lucian Freud (1922-2011)
To protest nationalist jerks,
Should brushes go berserk?
What else could one-winged butterflies,
Post the war have tried?
Lucien took one surrealistically high.
– Bolbul
Elasticità di gatti, 1935
Fortunato Depero (1892-1960)
All the arcs of a French Curve…
Has the spine feline,
To elegance define
Plus undulating verve,
To make purr… those who observe.
– Bolbul
Interior with Plant, Reflection Listening, 1967-68
Lucian Freud (1922-2011)
Room under imposing command,
Mr Dracaena Marginata of lashing tongues,
For artistic negligence… delivered reprimand.
In margins, listened the portraitist of the plant.
– Bolbul
Life Class at the École des Beaux-Arts, 1898
Albert Marquet (1875-1947)
A woman ordinary, looking for petty money…
Strikes a pose perfunctory
But Albert, from the master class of history,
Showers on her priceless confetti.
– Bolbul
Cyclistas, 1923
Fortunato Depero (1892-1960)
Speedily wheeling together,
The past, present and future…
Make circles around our existential perimeters.
– Bolbul
Girl with Turkeys
Theophrastos Triantafyllidis (1881-1955)
She gave them names,
Even played with them games.
So when that awful day came…
Her parents couldn’t… out of shame.
– Bolbul
Against the Light – Algiers, 1924
Albert Marquet (1875-1947)
The Sun entered to watch not play,
The room by the bay…
Showering artistic gold
Upon favorite, Albert Marquet.
– Bolbul
San Clemente, 1975
Philip Guston (1913-80)
A brush dipped in colored venom
And some juice of lemon,
Warns of disease swollen,
Should one progress the acts of Nixon.
Bolbul
Hot Jazz, 1940
Franz Kline (1910-62)
On their tidal wave of music,
She becomes a teetering ship…
Unachored, while lighthouses and piers
Dance on drunken feet.
Bolbul
Beside the Sea No. 64, 1963
Robert Motherwell (1915-91)
She wished to partner the sky
That evening, on the beach floor wide
But would he notice her and why?
So she wore the sea… and tangoed he.
– Bolbul
Swimmers, Javea, 1905
Joaquín Sorolla (1863-1923)
The Sun warms to a swim with children,
For though space is big
He reaches only this
Planet whose denizens
Sparkle with cheery lumens.
– Bolbul
Reiter auf der strasse. 1883.
Georges Seurat (1859-91)
I leave it to the horse
To find the way through fog…
Said the whisperer to Georges,
Passing the wisdom along.
– Bolbul
La Promenade, c1882
Georges Seurat (1859-91)
He trained his crayons
To mimic nylons and chiffons
And the erasers to grab each scintilla of light
From a lady melting with night.
– Bolbul
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