My only goal, really, and I use the term goal in its loosest sense, is to write something intelligible each day that on later reflection might be useful. And, also to keep my poetry knife sharped since I don't churn out teh poetryness like I used to.
I guess that's two goals. I lied. Oh, well.
*shock*
What I've decided to do is draw inspiration from paintings, I will post the piece of art after the poetry. Now, to onto the mess.
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APRIL 01
#1. Darling Reinette (Madame de Pompadour)
nowhere is there a straight line, this woman is all curves.
sinuous lines creating timbre and light. a rounding of flesh,
especially around the mouth—circulus half-moons binding
together.
she cries: “après moi, le déluge”—after me, the flood, indeed,
blood and entrails and gore—no more gold, no more lace.
no more cake.
they used to lick white icing from her crimson-painted lips,
but now on the inside of an artefact, she is only curved to the
artist’s eye.
#2. The Girl in the Fireplace (Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson)
a simple fish girl, waiting to look out of the right side of a fireplace—you
engraved your name so well.
-----on little things, like clavichord strings and yew-tree hedges. *
at Versailles: Diana on the hunt, you were, and regal in draping dress, so much so
you claimed interest like small forest prey, and no man turned a dark eye
in your presence.
and when they tossed at you fish stew, you dressed in orchid and wine,
and ignored the pun.
just a simple fish girl, waiting to look out of the right side of a fireplace
---—what is it to burn? *
* on these lines the formating is different, I wrote so they are indented, and don't have that many dashes.
Venus Consoling Love, 1751 by Francois Boucher
