Monday, February 22, 2010

Francesco Clemente...The light is behind the paint









"To me the poets are closer than I am to the idea of voice, to a sort of primeval song that we all participate in. Maybe they express more directly a sense of sympathy for other human beings. Painting is a little bit more of a retreat from human beings in real life; painting is more about the extreme moments when speech doesn't help anymore." FC



Photo Jeannette Montgomery Barron



Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Amable Rigaud..prints 1863...Paradise Lost















The Songs of Bilitis... Willy Pogany & Pierre Louÿs...





I sing my flesh and my life...
Stay softly couched, oh, my body, according to your voluptuous mission! Taste daily joys and passions whose tomorrow never comes. Leave no pleasure unexplored, lest you regret the evening of your death....

 




Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Paen for Pan...Poem & drawing




Dolorosa

PAEAN FOR PAN

Brashest of the clan
my half-brother Pan is
my pet pandemaniac
my quite incorrigible
my fleet unflappable
His is the pipe of my my panegyric
He pantheizes my natural nature

I feed for my health on
his organic folly
I work out on the exercise of
his indiscretion
He is my undressable beast
He is the wildlife in my bedroom

I take him for
my cohort cavorter
my itch-twitchy goat
my knockout smeller
my randy rumpus
my pantophagous marauder

Him I adore and hump for
Him am crazy to jump with

James Broughton 1981