History

History

A Poem by Shazbatt969

Art
is in decline
of Art
descending into part,
Jackson Pollack
sold his soul
for
splatter paintings
on the wall
Van Gogh lost
an ear and mind
trying to fill
the hole
hunger is
an angry man 
with garret
as a shell
the brush
is stoking
furnace flames
transient in
the ash
phoenix bones
used as gold
losing out to
Art;

© 2019 Shazbatt969


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I've seen exhibits of Pollock and Van Gogh. I've read some of van Gogh's biography, but I didn't have any background on Pollock, so I looked him up. When I saw the exhibit with his paintings (it was a traveling exhibit which also included Picasso and De Chirico) the whole experience made a big impression on me. Like kindred minds or something. I recognized a certain reaching and immediacy. But, my husband felt contempt for the whole thing. Art just isn't his thing. So, I tried to understand what he hated about it all. I'm still not sure, but Jackson Pollock is a kind of example on my road to understanding. Some people connect with art and some don't. Or there are some forms of art they connect to and others they don't, but why.

Some art I don't get. For example, standing before a Pollock, I didn't really feel anything, but standing before a Picasso and especially a De Chirico, I felt an inner sea churning. Anyway, I forgot where I was going with that. I wanted to say that I was thinking about what makes great art--as the saying goes--who chooses it. Most artists are ignored in their own time period. The human mind needs time to catch up with visionaries. And visionaries don't necessarily think of themselves as such, more just, they have something they need to get out and their minds have a specific method of making that happen. So, I read about Pollock, and his description of his own method was very similar to what you had written in your poem Sonic Blues and I had gone on to blather about. So, it's impulse. Van Gogh was haunted by impulse. So, is art a kind of madness?

But that's not what your poem is about. I'm sorry, I'm just thinking. Back to what I was talking about with my husband's reaction to the exhibit. He specifically didn't like the Pollocks. He felt it was a kind of laziness and something anyone could do. And, I said, maybe the method could be duplicated but not the heart. So, in your poem, I'm thinking of the decline of civilization, mostly. Maybe you didn't mean something as broad as that, but with the exit of an appreciation of art that comes from the depths of someone's need to express...rather than a place of vanity or general desire of acclaim or wealth...we lose (maybe) the soul of the thing.

Your last part, in particular, with the phoenix bones, makes me think that (in the philosophy of the poem) the transformation is not complete and the soul of the thing is still there waiting to be lifted up. I don't know. I think this is deep and I want to think about it some more. I'm pretty sure I agree, but also, I'm still processing the idea. If I'm on some weird tangent that has absolutely nothing to do with the poem, don't tell me, haha. I'll just go on thinking I've got something to think about.

The best thing about this, though, is your format. It's a paint brush. That takes patience. I don't have enough of that. Which is why I don't paint, even though I have the impulse. Time gets away.

I really enjoyed this poem. This review is too long.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shazbatt969

4 Years Ago

hey Eilis, thanks for reading Shaz, am not really an Art fan, as such, but I do seem to be drawn to.. read more
Shazbatt969

4 Years Ago

just had a thought about what your husband said about Pollack, and your answer it's like with Warhol.. read more
Eilis

4 Years Ago

That’s a good point, yep. Being the first always seems to earn you a special spot that you can’t.. read more



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WOW! I have never written & posted a poem here at the cafe that generated such a bunch of interesting comments showing people are totally stimulated by your words, to share their thoughts about art! Frankly, I'm not into worshiping "the greats" when it comes to any art form, including writing. I believe the not-so-great deserve just as much attention. There are poets here who are rough on the edges, but they convey a strong essence of individualism, which to me is more valuable than a perfectly penned poem. I am torn between the fact that the internet kinda cheapens the act of making art . . . anyone can do it . . . everyone is doing it, posting it, proliferating things we never thought of as "art" before. But at the same time, there's a value in the fact that anyone can do & share art on the internet, which is better, to me, than protecting some sacred ground so "the greats" can stand out among the masses. I don't know what any of this means. I just know your poem makes a reader want to blather in a ridiculously long-winded way! (ask Eilis!) *smile* Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shazbatt969

4 Years Ago

hey, Margie, sorry for the delay, been busy being gram, lol, thanks for your great review, not sure .. read more
I've seen exhibits of Pollock and Van Gogh. I've read some of van Gogh's biography, but I didn't have any background on Pollock, so I looked him up. When I saw the exhibit with his paintings (it was a traveling exhibit which also included Picasso and De Chirico) the whole experience made a big impression on me. Like kindred minds or something. I recognized a certain reaching and immediacy. But, my husband felt contempt for the whole thing. Art just isn't his thing. So, I tried to understand what he hated about it all. I'm still not sure, but Jackson Pollock is a kind of example on my road to understanding. Some people connect with art and some don't. Or there are some forms of art they connect to and others they don't, but why.

Some art I don't get. For example, standing before a Pollock, I didn't really feel anything, but standing before a Picasso and especially a De Chirico, I felt an inner sea churning. Anyway, I forgot where I was going with that. I wanted to say that I was thinking about what makes great art--as the saying goes--who chooses it. Most artists are ignored in their own time period. The human mind needs time to catch up with visionaries. And visionaries don't necessarily think of themselves as such, more just, they have something they need to get out and their minds have a specific method of making that happen. So, I read about Pollock, and his description of his own method was very similar to what you had written in your poem Sonic Blues and I had gone on to blather about. So, it's impulse. Van Gogh was haunted by impulse. So, is art a kind of madness?

But that's not what your poem is about. I'm sorry, I'm just thinking. Back to what I was talking about with my husband's reaction to the exhibit. He specifically didn't like the Pollocks. He felt it was a kind of laziness and something anyone could do. And, I said, maybe the method could be duplicated but not the heart. So, in your poem, I'm thinking of the decline of civilization, mostly. Maybe you didn't mean something as broad as that, but with the exit of an appreciation of art that comes from the depths of someone's need to express...rather than a place of vanity or general desire of acclaim or wealth...we lose (maybe) the soul of the thing.

Your last part, in particular, with the phoenix bones, makes me think that (in the philosophy of the poem) the transformation is not complete and the soul of the thing is still there waiting to be lifted up. I don't know. I think this is deep and I want to think about it some more. I'm pretty sure I agree, but also, I'm still processing the idea. If I'm on some weird tangent that has absolutely nothing to do with the poem, don't tell me, haha. I'll just go on thinking I've got something to think about.

The best thing about this, though, is your format. It's a paint brush. That takes patience. I don't have enough of that. Which is why I don't paint, even though I have the impulse. Time gets away.

I really enjoyed this poem. This review is too long.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shazbatt969

4 Years Ago

hey Eilis, thanks for reading Shaz, am not really an Art fan, as such, but I do seem to be drawn to.. read more
Shazbatt969

4 Years Ago

just had a thought about what your husband said about Pollack, and your answer it's like with Warhol.. read more
Eilis

4 Years Ago

That’s a good point, yep. Being the first always seems to earn you a special spot that you can’t.. read more

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