'A Stroll through Cleveland Museum of Art: five observations'

'A Stroll through Cleveland Museum of Art: five observations' timothy r gates, 7/08/2009


'Krasner; Pollock' timothy r gates, 7/08/2009

Krasner; Pollock
Jackson: Lee
here they stand,
juxtapositioned
nailed
secured
walled
no fists throwing
no fits thrown
no relationship
noted on bronze plagues.
How many,
i wonder,
remembered their love?

'not without Bacon, Degas and...' timothy r gates, 7/08/2009

Dada, Dali, but
not without Bacon and Degas
'Dreams'
'Persistence of Memory'
Pollock's mess,
as critics still wield,
has their innocuous
peace
pieced
parsed.
Cacophony's hymn,
mystics
chant
in-silences.
-- the brook,
i hear,
rippling.


'Van Gogh's difference' timothy r gates, 7/08/2009

Theo
bought his brother's
Art.
Today,
touted as a master.
Sure, in another day,
detractors might've said,
'they call that art?'
or,
'why, I could do that!'
The difference,
he did.

'Stroll through Cleveland Art Museum' timothy r gates, 7/08/2009

walking in,
overwhelmed
from
Turner to Gauguin
Rodin to Krasner
ancients to neo-classicists,
Van Gogh, still,
hugs my soul;
belief and unbelief
swallowed
savoured
satiably insatiable.
Iconic tears,
enlivened by his podvig,
my struggle
with both ears.
Do i hear?
See?
In this stroll through,
the Cleveland Art Museum,
again.


'Maiden, nearly touched it' timothy r gates, 7/08/2009

maiden,
she nearly touched
Van Gogh's strokes.
I, too,
felt this press
fighting this temptation
feeling each brush,
alas, only within.
Maiden's mother
smiled,
knowing my empathy;
remembering, i,
my Scot friend's whisper,
nearly falling onto my back,
'Y'u want to tooch it,
doon't y'u?'
'It's because Van Gauk's work
is alive!'
(he's dead, but i hear him)
(both, yes, in repose)
i'm grateful
Vincent didn't live
to-day, they'd
medicate his inversion layers
mediate his hued colours
masturbate his passion's disquietness.
He would've
smiled
at this
young lady,
and
her mother.