They say you can jinx a poem
if you talk about it before it is done.
If you let it out too early, they warn,
your poem will fly away,
and this time they are absolutely right.
Take the night I mentioned to you
I wanted to write about the madmen,
as the newspapers so blithely call them,
who attack art, not in reviews,
but with breadknives and hammers
in the quiet museums of Prague and Amsterdam.
Actually, they are the real artists,
you said, spinning the ice in your glass.
The screwdriver is their brush.
The real vandals are the restorers,
you went on, slowly turning me upside-down,
the ones in the white doctor's smocks
who close the wound in the landscape,
and thus ruin the true art of the mad.
I watched my poem fly down to the front
of the bar and hover there
until the next customer walked in--
then I watched it fly out the open door into the night
and sail away, I could only imagine,
over the dark tenements of the city.
All I had wished to say
was that art was also short,
as a razor can teach with a slash or two,
that it only seems long compared to life,
but that night, I drove home alone
with nothing swinging in the cage of my heart
except the faint hope that I might
catch a glimpse of the thing
in the fan of my headlights,
maybe perched on a road sign or a street lamp,
poor unwritten bird, its wings folded,
staring down at me with tiny illuminated eyes.
November 12, 2007
Intriguing poem and fascinating photos. Hope you are doing well, Merisi!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Becca,ReplyDelete
everything's fine here.
Snow has melted and sky was blue this morning. I enjoyed the flight of the birds, it lasted a mere minute or two.
Love this morning sky. And the poem.ReplyDelete
WOW WOW WOW ! ! !ReplyDelete
No wonder you like this guy's poetry ! ! !
The photos are perfect for it too. . .
'I watched my poem fly down to the front of the bar' WHAT A LINE! ;)ReplyDelete
Wonderful pics: the blue; the birds; the Platonic tree . . .
All your photos interest me. The Parliament building beautiful and I still did not get the deal with the shed.ReplyDelete
Night time scenes brilliant.
We saw on the tv that Austria had early snow.