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| Beckman (1) - Beuys (5) - Botticelli (3) - Boymans-Van Beuningen (9) - Chagall (4) - de Chirico (10) - Van Dongen (12) - Ensor (8) - Miró (13) - Picasso (2) - Vermeer (14) - da Vinci (7) - Westerik (6) - Zadkine (11) |
| Translation in progress: |
| Bruna - Dali - Daumier - van Gogh (2x) - de Goya - Jonas - Kahlo - Koch - Moesman - Mondriaan - Ono - Rembrandt - Rothko - Rousseau - Rubens |
-1- Max Beckman
Quappi
Oh, Quappi, who still visits
the self-painted twilight of our attic studio
with its neglected pots of geraniums
& roof-gutters, pale with hunger, high above the Rokin
we are dead after all
Never again our bodies, naked as ginger
under the linen, dead, from our bed
with a view of the grey-silver skull
of the Munt Tower
we are dead after all
Never again your hair style angularly cut
ivory-black
like music from the Dreigroschenoper
like that of Cabaretdanseuses, half-naked
in the late Weimar Republic
O, Quappi, never more our entartet
desire
of artist to artist's model
and of artist's model
to artist...
we are dead after all!
was signed:
Max Beckman
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-2- Pablo Picasso
Picasso
The Minotaur
is a fibber
from Crete
Just ask
Pablo
Picasso
Who signs
for it!
Crete, where the sun touches
the beards of laughing people, drinkers
lovers, exuberant!
And also, near the coast
over each other snouts tumble
the dolphins, the Boon Companions
of the Mediterraneans, sponge-pickers
who dive, with open, astonished eyes
along octopus & sea anemones
& the surrealistic mother-of-pearl of shells
Sadly, that Crete is a Cretan lie
it denies, pigheadedly, the dark side of Crete
(and thus also of Pablo Picasso)
the cubist labyrinth of the monster Minotaur
from whom I wished to escape
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a sunny boy with wings / of incapacity
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-3- Sandro Botticelli
Botticelli
Venus proudly shows her nude photos:
''Look, how chaste I arise
here
from a shell of amazement!
more chaste even
than Marilyn Monroe
on her subway grid
in 'The seven year itch'!''
then the sea cucumbers laugh, roar and shriek:
''Dumb Blond!
that's not a still from a movie
that's a Sandro Botticelli!''
Next they descend, those neon-
illuminated
of faded Meisner Porselain
merciless
one after the other
in Venus' vulnerable
deep-pink anemone
Gang bang
on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean
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-4- Marc Chagall
Marc Chagall The Poet Reclining
His head lies rolled onto the grass
like one from a guillotine block / A pine-tree strikes twelve Beneath it grazes a horse, snow-white also a (spooky) piglet We are writing in 1915 And he is so stretched out, the poet so stretched out..... His dress- shoes might yet go to the frontline See, how in his sleep his marble hand goes to his throat a strangling hold! He dreams! He dreams the truth: A screaming, as white as a f r o n t surgeon's glove. But who is listening? What is stiller than this cadavre exquis lying on the other side of the Meuse in his tunic, grey as a bin- liner, unwieldy and blood-covered smelling of decay the crowd in London on Trafalgar Square cheering dead still, on photographs sepia for the false peace of Armistice Day?
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-5- Joseph Beuys
Beuys
The artist is a
coyote
His tongue is stuck
under the Empire State
building
Manhatten should be
pushed into the sea
The artist is a
coyote
Shy as a dog
he barks at the moon
who hears it
I'm standing on my head, Manhattan
I'm standing on my head
Look, they are unbeatable, the hunters
of the western Hemisphere!
White is their mushroom
Look, I'm the sound that's beside their silence
Silence sings the praises of my headdress
Silence splits my skull
Twin towers....Twin towers....
like an aeroplane
that
crashes
upwards
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-6- Co Westerik
Co Westerik 90 Lover, your vulnerability only covered by skin so the painter lets you in clear distemper float over jade landscapes you don't get backing on razor-sharp grass -in front of whose wrinkled feet mowed? he lets you cut your finger(s) pain with open eyes there is no other future so you must paint like dancing on medieval shoes and drawing..drawing...drawing in an immaculate white studio Be careful that Death does not see you...
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-7- Leonardo da Vinci
Leonardo da Vinci He drew the first Butterfly-man he painted the smile on the lips of La Gioconda almost Peacockishly faint his drawing-stylus opened on one butterfly wing after the other the Golden Section of the Heavenly Door to the Universe behind that he peeped at the Angels' innocence of their nudity and he even succeeded capturing in mirror-image the Rorschach of their butterfly God butterfly Father butterfly Mother butterfly Child the beginning of all light....
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-8- James Ensor
The Entry of Christ into Maastricht
On arrival at the railway-station a sign displayed
Strictly prohibited
to enter Maastricht on a donkey
and also on sandals
or in a T-shirt or Bermuda shorts
Mermaid brand!
The Messiah prefers to walk on sandals
As well across the waters as in the Sinai
He prefers to wear Mermaid
It fits Him like a glove!
So, only just out of Station Street
He, the Son of Man, was already arrested
on his - giddy-up! - donkey
And locked up in the Death cell
underneath the Government Building
that Sanhedrin of sanctimonious Maastricht
His sentence: Crucifixion
Time: Good Friday, 15.00 hours
Place: Klevarie (Calvary)
The death cell was overcrowded
among others sat and stared at Him drivelling
that bony giant with Down Syndrome
of Palestinian descent
Bar-Abbas...
A bush ranger, because..... he had robbed an expensive bush!
a Dadarinde
from Eco-parc Gethsemane
Like also Mary Magdalene, a call-girl with syphilis
once the secret mistress
of Pontius Pilate the Twelfth, the Governor of Limburg
But now fallen into disgrace
The world still had no knowledge of the remedy Salversan
She insisted on giving Jesus a blow job
a present for his last hour
the Good Samaritan that she was!
''Well, go ahead, sweetheart, go ahead
just wash after my ejaculation
your pretty little Facebook-lipstick-mouth
in innocence, will you?
cos you, Mary Magdalene
will be with me in Paradise..
and you, Bar-Abbas, will there become King Carnival
in a costume, snow-white
brand: Thabor
As sure as my name is Jesus Christ
Give my regards to James Ensor!''
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-9- Boymans- Van Beuningen
Song of the Boymans-Van Beuningen I Clang! Says the Maillol in the Boymans, the heavily-built when I smacked her metal bottom (You should hear how loudly the sirens roar red and purple later on, when I nick the Salvador Dalis.....) II From the fragility of her breasts I steal the colour of (almost) nothingness Stealthily she bends forward her lap naked as milk :''Darling. Have I perhaps also been painted by Van Meegeren?'' Oh, Boy! Oh Boy- mans! Like Bambi, Delft Blue! III Painter, in the kingdom of pleasure my lap glows red as on a gouache by Kandinsky Come on, are not all lovers of the Arts one two, three four foot- notes by a small, white nude of Paul Klee? Come let us dance together on linen! CLANG!
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-10- Giorgio de Chirico
De
Chirico
O, De Chirico! De Chirico
The mediterranian emptiness
of your squares
full of shadows
threat
because they come....they
come.....hear: they march
singing
la Giovannezza
All lay
figures
with a
mechanism of death
in their
voice
Duce! Duce!
It looks
like the burning wind Sirocco
that sweeps out
the local piazzas
with his colossal paintbrush
of Mediterranean heat
like the hot, last
breath
of a painter-without-a face
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-11- Ossip Zadkine
Zadkine
You, metal figure of
destruction
of the horrors of war
one scream
in the centre
of the rebuilded city of
Rotterdam
you must stand
not
like the sirens then
far
behind
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-12- Kees van Dongen
Coolsingel
(Poem
about a summons)
How
he, the Accused, danced up the marble stairs
at
that time, at that place, at any rate in
Slavenburg's bank building
at
any
rate on the Coolsingel, at any rate in Rotterdam
over
his head a nylon stocking of desire, noise-
lessly
unlocked
the safe behind a Van Dongen
at
any rate a painter with
fashionable colouring
let
his kid-glove hand go
through
the denominations, the stocks and shares, the bonds
illegal
money still belonging to the Comtesse de Noailles
at
any rate a demi-mondaine from
the Interbellum
at
any
rate
a Lady, dumbstricken by
chic...
How
he, the Accused, at that time, at that place,
on the Coolsingel
at
any
rate
in Rotterdam
opened
by force, at the Managing Director's, the carved door
of
his sleep, in the pit of his sheets
bang,
settled down between HOM and his Mistress, gold-
blond,
exhausted _ pubic hair still as if bedewed with pearls
Oh,
like on a picture of Utamaro, at any rate
a picture
from
Ancient - Japan
freezed
at that time, at that place on
the Coolsingel
at
any rate in Rotterdam
two
Lady's buttocks and a white Manager's (cocked) hat
to
a clear, flowing
S
C R E A M
the
Accused at that time, at that place defiling
the
Milky Way
at
any rate the Coolsingel
fled, like a lily-livered dog's tail, at any rate
like
a (lurid) purple skeleton
Stone
them, break them on the wheel! And nine months
without
re-
lief!
And be detained during Her
Majesty's pleasure!
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-13- Jean Miró
Miró
Miró,
who blushes here because of whom?
The
star-
fish
because of the grace of her nipples?
And everywhere the chirping of cicadas
and
ice vendors, aurora: 'Ting!
Ting!'
and
laughable, raucous, your landscapes
full
of orchards, yellow ochre
and
scales
childish
playground-yellow & Catalan blue
under
the total absence of shadow
apricots
sunbathe
unexpectedly
in
baskets of thirst...
Miró,
it's time to die of pleasure
with
the sepia from your apples
the
wasps of your black
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-14- Johannes Vermeer
Vermeer
What
looks prettier than the 'Girl with the pearl'?
The
Milkmaid
who
kept her milk not for herself
but
shares her breasts, smiling
with
the painter, who commits them
to
the white of his canvas?
Wrong!
Michelangelo,
riding pillion with God
when
he suddenly leaves the deep-blue ceiling
of
the Sistene Chapel
and
dashes into the Universe
-
Hup! Hup! - up the Milky Way?
Wrong!
Rembrandt,
who admires the Chaste Suzanna
and
hisses to the elders behind the bushes:
'And
now bugger off!
Away
from the point of my pencil!'
Wrong!
The
most beautiful painting in the world is
''the
Bambi
of
Vermeer''
The
Spitter of Van Meegeren. Alas, that is a fraud!
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