~ will evans 2006
Maupassant's Garden*
In your paintings
I'm thinking, scattered wine blossoms
The innocence of a man
I'm engaged around the aging ghosts
Putting their ochre dreams up on the walls
Especially that winter Amalfi holiday
When the figures danced with stray winds
bright lights, big colours, shattered hopes
And lover's comparisons between
All we have to do
A frantic sweet dream of heaven's gate
Thrusting across squared themes
Solutions to riddles obtained
Florence in Galileo's day
Yearning's quest for elegance,
Orange patterned hues in Eve's garden
Each stroke accepting
The yoke of its joys
Would be consumed
Within my lustful years
The ground there too was thin
Sun-baked brown countryside spent
Pressing, burning their mark on you
Euclidean dusty roads, signs turned
Leading to mirrored images of
Rochefort's Transformation
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*This is a rough draft, but once done is dedicated and given with open heart to Ludolf. Inspired both by the paintings, and his decription of the theme. Ludolf's art and posting are here.
Reiteration of Ludolf's Genome Philosophy:
Maupassant believed that Hereditary, Self, and Environment shape us. The self might be the mix of all those gone before. For example: Someone might say "his eyes are like his mother and his hair is like his father;equally with other traits this may also apply. Specific characteristics may lay dormant for many generations. We inherit from all those gone before. Having said all of this - it would not be mere supposition to conclude that we are all unique. Individual works of art exhibited in space; over time.
Imagine colours representing Adam and Eve; blue and red making a shade of purple going on and on for generations blending all the shades of all the hues in a unique pattern, on a blank page exponentially. Just like the formation of a DNA bar code or defining the Genome in colour we all form a unique pattern ; having begun from a blank page. Our life experiences and environment further shape our inherent hue; forming shapes and patterns that caress our canvas life, casting off light and shade to create the unique and abstract existences we dwell among. These works of art are the constant dynamic collectively known as humanity; one of the world's greatest masterpieces; and combined with the rest of nature form a miniscule part of all that is "creation"
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Comments: 13
TY so much Will - it is without a doubt a wonderful gesture and a magnificent piece. "L"
(Line sixteen Orance = Orange? )
My favorite line: " I'm engaged around the aging ghosts/
Putting their ochre dreams up on the walls."
As with any Will Evans piece, check out the disclaimer to see if its bogus or not. In this case, much ado about 'rough draft' and 'improvisation." That is all true, but like a sleight of hand magician what you are really directing our attention to is the way this poem effortlessly--'artlessly'--sweeps several strands of Ludolf Grolle de Rochefort's magisterial design and aesthetic themes into a casual maelstrom of movement, only to hold them there in suspension, as if hanging in the air. This poem will always feel "rough" because that is its intention. And its breezy spirit of homage follows forthwith.
For me, the most remarkabe thing of the poem's movement is how it goes from a sort of focal meditation to a reverie from your own past, that mirrors Ludolf's daedal capacity to "furrow" the world with lines in his own mysterious tiny cosmos. The switching from past to present tense signals not only a change from judgement to contradistinction, but also an attempt to get at the 'interiority' of his own process by re-evoking images of what is important in representing the world that came to you in Italy.
Rough cut or not, I'd go with this homage if I were editor of a major poetry magazine.
ANYONE UP FOR THIS???
"L"