Ah the age old question... Why do great artist commit awful acts as well? It is a great poem and honoring, but questions like above still roll in my mind.
I come to this post late and what a lovely thing it is on an overcast morning in London. I love Pollock and l love this poem beautifully read by you. Thank you Patti 🙏
Recently you were having difficulty making headway with your book. I betcha this artful poem for Pollock's birthday has lifted you back in the saddle, and your writing is flowing freely once again!
What lovely synchronicity- just visited the Cantor arts Center and was musing over the Pollock there that used to hand in the Anderson’s daughter’s bedroom. Can you imagine growing up with a Pollock hanging over your bed?
One of my favorite exhibitions.
With my beloved father in law, we shared a love of Art
What a beautiful tribute to Pollock, one of my favourite artists.
Although I had the good fortune to see Lee Krasner’s work when it came to London and was equally mesmerised by it
I'm a painter, and I love action paintings. Pollock was the best, of course
And Hail to your poem and the rhymes that sing there.
Oh wow that last line is so good. The repetition really hammers home the reverence you have for the subject matter as well
Hail the end^^
....and it seems to be, that women are always the victims.
Ah the age old question... Why do great artist commit awful acts as well? It is a great poem and honoring, but questions like above still roll in my mind.
I come to this post late and what a lovely thing it is on an overcast morning in London. I love Pollock and l love this poem beautifully read by you. Thank you Patti 🙏
Thank you for inspiring me to write again.
Dear Patti,
Recently you were having difficulty making headway with your book. I betcha this artful poem for Pollock's birthday has lifted you back in the saddle, and your writing is flowing freely once again!
Thank you Andrea, I appreciate your encouraging words.
What lovely synchronicity- just visited the Cantor arts Center and was musing over the Pollock there that used to hand in the Anderson’s daughter’s bedroom. Can you imagine growing up with a Pollock hanging over your bed?
blessings to Jackson and family on his birthday...Thee. Eternal spirit is yours to behold.
warm wishes Dave P
Lovely poem. ❤️
Really enjoyed listening to you read this . Xo
Sara Stout writes in response:
Jackson is generous
never bothered me
when i napped on his grave
or made myself at home
on the grounds of his studio
as a living man
they say he was a jerk
but he also did good work
a paradox to ponder
his grave is just over yonder
from the bones of vanderbeek
that where my mom’s dog took a leak