Perfection

It's a fitting testament

that I should rest

in the doorways of the

Contemporary Museum of Art,

Barcelona, Paris, Rome,

The balance, weight and dimension

of my façade, forever emblazoned,

in burning paint, 3 miles high,

graffitied characteristics,

and subliminal signs,

Call me "The sleeper",

greater than the dreams of Picasso,

abstract, post modern, cubist, surreal,

I doze through all,

with impressionist strokes

and a classical heart,

a situationist in places unknown,

Dada for me,

and Dali for you,

myself is the greatest of Art.

Reviews

[Eilis]

A life-affirming idea. And, certainly, the truest standard. All great art stems from the individual ways our minds interact with the world. If a person tries to imitate, unless the person has no true sense of self, the imitation itself becomes something individual. Don’t get me wrong, there is plenty of shite art, but we can’t escape ourselves in the end.

And, you embrace the beauty of self here. Again celebrating the wonkiness of the living human. Elevating the rough sleeper into the annals of art. Why not. It’s actually the epitome of art. All things being of equal potential for relating the beauty or wounding of life. Both things having potential to expose each other. Both things becoming each other according to how they are viewed.

I like the juxtaposition of the wandering poet sleeping outside these bastions of (what are considered) great art. But what is considered great art is constantly shifting in the human consciousness. Just ask almost any artist who fought for the relevance of their vision during their lifetime only to be batted away by the established order again and again.

Hive mind often impedes the early recognition of greatness, but with time, truth of vision becomes its own kind of marker.

A bit of a (perhaps unrelated) rant from me. But I love the philosophical and soul interplay of this. The intermixing of our parts and how they crash up against expectation. And upon examination can become something quite beautiful and surprising.

Very cool poem, Gram.

[gram linski]

Cheers, Eilis, thanks again for a great review, the one in Paris has heated air vents and an overhang and the locals are very chilled and generous, some French guy paid me 10 quid to take a photo, said he was an artist, could well have been a perv, but if you ever see the photo of homeless bloke sleeping in the doorway of the Contemporary Museum of Art it was me, haha,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Not sure how but I seem to have missed your writing recently gram. Love the way this takes the art and artists and refracts your thoughts through the prism of allegorical magic in a free flowing verse.

[gram linski]

Cheers, John, nothing deep, just fell asleep in a doorway or two

[gram linski]

P.S. The one in Paris has heated vents, by the way, if you are ever in Montmartre, it's better than a travel lodge, lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Heated vents? Rough sleeping luxury! Anything is better than a Travel Lodge!

[gram linski]

You f*****g middle class w***e, you,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye. If the beret fits..................................

[gram linski]

hardy f*****g har, can actually picture you with beret, on wrong and a baguette under arm, avoiding the homeless like lepers in the sun, lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

And you're just grabbit because ye canny win the league!

[gram linski]

Lol, wrong again, dude am a life long Celtic fan, ever since I met King Kenny aged 8,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It was crabbit anyways! So a Tic supporter just like my brother lolk!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think imperfection is perfection....and that attribute makes us all human...and has poets, flawed beautifully and unique as voices...our art is in words, the art you describe here is on canvas...
and the flaws of it...human...human....human....
and I always enjoy reading your words, gram.
I also always enjoy Chris' comments...they are wise and make us take another look at ourselves.
j.

[gram linski]

Thanks, j, I was the artist and the canvas, and the poet, and I believe my words speak louder than a tangerine swirl lol,

[Chris]

Perfect is often called boring... it's the getting "THERE" that's noted.

[gram linski]

Cheers Chris, not sure if you liked the poem or not, lol but thanks

[Chris]

It evoked a response AND an understanding... your way is unique but not mysterious... nor unreasoned. I listened AFTER reading and THAT says something too.

[gram linski]

Love your reviews. dude does that mean you have an echo chamber in your ear, lol

[Chris]

Don't we all?!?