To begin ...

As the twentieth century fades out
the nineteenth begins
.......................................again
it is as if nothing happened
though those who lived it thought
that everything was happening
enough to name a world for & a time
to hold it in your hand
unlimited.......the last delusion
like the perfect mask of death

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Rochelle Owens: De Chirico’s Vendetta (2020)

                                         Giorgio de Chirico – Selfportrait - 1922

[Since the start of Poems and Poetics in 2008, I have attempted to chronicle the perennially evolving poetry of Rochelle Owens, who remains for many of us one of the most fierce & dynamic practitioners of our art as we move across the millennium boundary to embrace her. (j.r.)]

. . . . .

In this story  detached                           
from the course of events                                                                                    
staged and scripted

out of a lost narrative

figures in these scenes  appear    
                 d  i  s  a  p  p  e  a  r 
*
My room is a divine pilgrimage
s  c  u  o  l  a     m  e  t  a  f  i  s  i  c  a

*
De Chirico stands
in front of a blackened wall
morning to evening

evening to morning
painting a town bisected
by a railroad

drawing a tailor’s dummy

painting vertical/horizontal
lines  shadows of a blackened wall
brighter  darker 

squares  rectangles  circles 
a ferocious  s   c   a   t   t   e   r   i   n  g
blood in  blood out

spirals of colors pulsate 
moisture and nutrients flow
in your mammalian brain

you listen to recordings
of his voice  watch his gestures
facial expressions 

an Italian from Genoa or Egypt

whistling  humming---
lontano  lontano  his body sways                                                                  
side to side                                                                                                          2

the universe contracts
                 e   x   p   a   n   d   s

blinking in and out
vibrating subatomic particles
fill the dome of your skull

disease  famine  torture  war

the universe contracts
                   e   x   p   a   n   d   s   

a glass of ice water sparkles 

his tongue protrudes
from your mouth and you taste
the rain

De Chirico shifts his gaze

*
When drawing ovals 
his father’s face appears 
                     d  i  s  a  p  p  e  a  r  s

audible  inaudible
repetitions of words---you must find
the demon in everything

black and hot my coffee

white and cold my women
painting trains  empty walkways 
a  toga clad manikin 


seized with jittery energy

he makes a fist phallus
work is a binding obligation
painting morning

to evening  evening
to morning  painting a deserted
townscape  painting                                                                                     3

an armless female statue

desire suspended
between observer and subject

humming---lontano  lontano

audible  inaudible
moving your lips as you read---
contempt  scorn  ridicule

writing in his journal
I Giorgio De Chirico amputated
at the knees---

the Art dealers
                  s  t  r  a  n  g  l  e     h  o  l  d  

painting a black silhouette 
a train emerges from a brick wall
 he makes a fig sign

De Chirico shifts his gaze

*
In Las Vegas  displayed
in a shop window  a series
of self portraits

from a marble bust
back dated  f  o  r  g  e  r  i  e s 
of early works  titled

with the name De Chirico 

also multiple paintings
from his  Metaphysical Period 
back dated  f  o  r  g  e  r  i  e  s  

titled with the name De Chirico

also a hundred drawings
of Towers Of Loss  back dated
f   o   r   g   e   r   i   e   s

titled with the name De Chirico

fake De Chirico paintings
made by De Chirico  work is
a binding obligation                                                                                      4
*
When at Piazza Santa Croce 
rays of light penetrated the palms
of your hands  when

blood congealed 

pushed to the surface
                  S   t   i   g   m   a   t   a  
             R    e   v   e   l    a   t   i   o   n    

De Chirico shifts his gaze
*
 Internal disorders
are neither logical nor illogical
neither are biscuits

in the middle of a rectangle
                  
moisture and nutrients
flow in your mammalian brain 
drawing crayfish 

oysters  eggs  eyeballs 

clusters of bananas 
a bull’s testicles  a scrotal vein
as thick as a finger

and there came
a violent spasm in his gut---
painting baguettes

lying in a coffin box

the dome of a skull
              M  i  t  o    T  r  a  g  e  d  i  a

and he paints
ornamental letters spelling 
 i   m   m   o   r   a   l     f   o   o   d 
                
seized with jittery energy

you must find the demon                                                                                 5
in everything  laughing  drinking 
vino  he draws

a black iron skillet

glowing particles
of charred fish skin  humming---
lontano  lontano 

De Chirico shifts his gaze 
*
At the edge of
a deserted townscape
his father’s house

longing thrown onto
the canvas  morning to evening 
evening to morning  

an outline shapes itself
                e   n   i   g   m   a   t   i   c
scenes come into being

black and hot my
coffee  white and cold
my women 

how to view still life  

the spasms of death 
to view how life still  his body
sways side to side

you must find the demon
in everything  you must find the demon
In broken geometric forms 

De Chirico shifts his gaze

[N.B. Giorgio De Chirico, a pioneer of Surrealism was greatly admired for his early works; his later paintings from 1945 to 1962 drew the disdain of fickle dealers who influenced collectors.  Thus, De Chirico decided to back date the paintings.]

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