Tag Archives: Baudelaire

Summer of Love

  As if I were totally innocent of the question, and the conundrum fresh and unexamined, I asked myself while brushing my teeth this morning: artist: what’s the right thing to do? As if I had not been studying what … Continue reading

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The Disruption of Beauty

“There is a time to break down, and a time to build up.”  Ecclesiastes, man of the ages, is also man of the hour.  When Francis Picabia painted this picture, he gave it an absurd name – Estanonisi – but … Continue reading

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Spring for Skeptics

Iris that purple flower that reaches up with ruffled wings, and droops down with falls and beards, mirrored. Its doubled bauble is neither upside down nor right-side up; it looks the same standing on your head as looking from above. Either way … Continue reading

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With Love & Hate for My February Muse

It’s mid-February.  It’s the dead point of the year, when roots and energy have retracted and nature is nearly still. People who fight back do Florida. Yoga. Extreme sports. Instead of resisting, I’m turning inward. I’m writing poems. That doesn’t … Continue reading

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David Bowie, La Fleur du Mal

Celebrity fades fast – some have clocked it as 15 minutes – so the fact that David Bowie turns out to be so enduring is fascinating. There are two powerfully linked ideas. Bowie (and his alienated stage personas) was an … Continue reading

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2015 – Wresting with an Octopus

Trying to sum up the year?  It’s like grabbing onto an octopus. The head is small and inaccessible.  Although you may latch onto an arm, it will be slip from your grasp, in its own clever way of resisting and fighting … Continue reading

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Terror and the Imagination

Tom D’Evelyn’s words about art as replenishment for the imagination.  Reposted from Haiku Eschaton, originally posted on November 14, 2015 by Tom D’Evelyn As events unfolded and the number of dead rose in Paris, November 13, The Poetry Society tweeted a quote from … Continue reading

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WHAT WOULD BAUDELAIRE DO?

I know, poets are said to have beautiful words but no practical action. Still, I began to wonder what Baudelaire, French poet par excellence, bad boy and scowling melancholic, would say about France and its current crisis of post-attack polarization. … Continue reading

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Becoming Cleopatra

Baudelaire had a cabinet full of images for the artist – artist as circus performer, as a skilled worker who toils away at a craft, even as a snake charmer working with dangerous matter.  The personas multiply, doubling on themselves, … Continue reading

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