"Le Déjeuner des canotiers"
Pierre-Augustin Renoir
April 4th, 2025
eyes wondering on the green flat
the woman fixes her straw hat.
but le canotier stares to the river juteux
<<le déjeuner est délicieux !>>
there’s a full bottle of wine-
les verres sont remplis
et pourtant ils s’ennuient
le plaisir de s’en ficher- et les mines !
the man’s skin is a touched too flushed
he leans over the coquette, blushed
Et l’insouciance est tellement puissante
on crève d’en imiter, jamais frustrante
initiation is the highest form of flattery
to recreation there is mastery
l’art de bien vivre n’a pas de prix
sauf la consommation du chair, du vin, et du pain de mie.
la joie nous isole
and you can’t intoxicate the soul.
"Mother and Child"
Alfonso Ossorio,
April 4th, 2025
the first oppression is being born
religion: not to mourn.
the first tyranny is mothering
entropy, wuthering.
womb is singularity
chaos- sincerity.
birth: blood, feces and violence
destruction of peace, hence.
A spiral of every worst fear-
now the flesh to doom near.
The earth, forever your home! I bleed it!
I hate it! I kill it! I destroy it!
you can’t make it your own-
"Sunday"
Edward Hopper
April 4th, 2025
clutching his arm like a baby bird
a cigar for a mental gird
he is alone
he will barely make it home-
loneliness are crystal glasses
the bifurcation becomes less massive
and all the facade is stripped-
microtears by the force of vision become gaping rips.
yet he is tenacious
none are gracious
shadows draw long
and the continuance of day can’t be wrong.
a man made small
what little of it he understands-
the crushing all.
"Precious Stones: Emerald"
Alphonse Mucha
April 4th, 2025
the glint is capricious
intent, ferocious
drawn in- conquer me- crystallization
trapped- and as such, pacification.
green is the color of that which wants
and I am enthralled- climb that which daunts
make me suffer for your wealth
make me prove myself.
jealousy and covet, hissing twins-
as one loses, and two wins
sing to me, make me plug my ears
to the end- to madness near.
the bloom of eye redawns
in the garden, with addlers, made dark and wrong
how can you love if you don’t look-
and Medusa so well our regards brooks.
paleish light- emeralds gleam
I want you from my blood to wean
blood highlights your freckles skin
Maybe Adam and Eve were meant to sons
Emerald, my emerald-
Your power is so old.