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Jackson Pollock No5 (1948)
This bird’s nest starts with a startling tweet
that wins a trilled, thrilled response. A flutter
of heart-string wings, creator, viewer, join
with the creation. Thin threads of life mix
and match their tangled weave, existential
tapestry, fathered in a feathered nest.
World without end, this labyrinth without
an entry point, without a beginning,
with a spaghetti-thread middle that meets
not in a breath-catch of the mind, but in
a brush-flick of coloured rain, a cycle
recycled of circled paint, circular
in its circumnavigation, its square
eight by four-foot globe of a new world whirled
in stringy whorls, reinvented beauty
drawn haphazardly from the bicycle
tour de force of this artist’s inner mind.
Comment: This is a tongue-twister of a poem, much as Jackson Pollock’s painting is a twisted vision twisting the viewer’s eye. And, no, it is not easy to read. Nor is the painting easy to view. Click here for a link > Jackson Pollock < to the painting. Click here for a link to Alejandro Botelho’s reading of < My Grandfather >. Note that Alejandro’s reading of My Grandfather begins at 17.58. And note too that the other poets are also well worth listening to. Once again, thank you for this, Alejandro: your work is very much appreciated.