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One of my favorite exhibitions.

With my beloved father in law, we shared a love of Art

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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

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I'm a painter, and I love action paintings. Pollock was the best, of course

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And Hail to your poem and the rhymes that sing there.

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Oh wow that last line is so good. The repetition really hammers home the reverence you have for the subject matter as well

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Hail the end^^

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....and it seems to be, that women are always the victims.

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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.

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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 🙏

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Thank you for inspiring me to write again.

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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!

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Thank you Andrea, I appreciate your encouraging words.

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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?

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blessings to Jackson and family on his birthday...Thee. Eternal spirit is yours to behold.

warm wishes Dave P

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Lovely poem. ❤️

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Really enjoyed listening to you read this . Xo

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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

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