New Little Poem on Elimae & A Sumptuous Byzantine Sketch
During the post MFA shakes some are managing to send out a few things. Cathy Che and I have poems in the new elimae I'm wild for Cathy's poem, Casting Call.
I've been writing all morning with irregularity, still reeling from the Met the other day, I went to see the Francis Bacon exhibition which was amazing and macabre. I spent two hours starring into intricate Dutch landscape paintings to decompress from Bacon's insight into the human condition. Apparently he worked as an interior decorator and designer of furniture and rugs before he devoted himself to painting. He also liked cooking.
One of my favorite things to do at the Met is to sit with the Medieval Art. I think I'm kind of a medieval artist myself. Above is one of my rough drawings of something a little Medieval--a little Renaissance. My mother is a painter as well as a writer and does a lot of these kinds of pseudo-religious portraits. There's something wonderfully dramatic and immediate about them. It's the hands that interest me, the hands are always doing something vaguely significant and awkward...