Bone Dry

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Those crisp autumn nights,
alone, with miles and miles of
thoughts worn to the bone.

 

(Painting by Edward Hopper)
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Red, Black

Mark Rothko (6)
To paint a blood-sport,
matador, faring no bull–
dark, in need of stars.

 

(Artwork by Mark Rothko)
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Louise to the nth degree

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Remember, love, there’s
more of me where I came from–
Frames cannot hold us.
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Arson

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Committing arson,
five-alarm siren on screen–
Louise Brooks, how you burned.

 

 

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Chaplin, Keaton

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Men, who took the fall,
to keep the world in stitches–
Clowning achievement.

 

(Film still from Limelight, the only film in which Chaplin and Keaton appeared together).

 

 

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Jean Rhys at Twilight

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Nutrition fact:
Did you know
that windows
like to eat writers
who diet on silence
and dust-motes,
they swallow the writers
whole, or in fragments,
devouring them slowly,
ever so slowly,
until all that remains
is a ghost,
where a writer once lived,
at a distance,
from the alleged world
outside their window.

 

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Jackson Pollock

 

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Ballet in a storm,
one man’s kinetic forecast–
You will know my name.
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Scissors

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Hard to move forward,
she thought, when bound to what’s gone–
She bought new scissors.

 

(Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
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Scent

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Suspicion assails,
Why did he give this to me?
The scent of a trail.

 

(Artwork by Paul Klee)

 

 

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Night Moves

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Tree’s night-perm like fog,
stars pining to get lost there–
Long distance courtship.

 

(Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)
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