Sunday, 11 October 2015

noise and colour poem

Corot  visioned the whole of Impressionism,
 Corot ,said, a few days before he died.
" I saw in my visions  entirely pink skies"
 well, they came
 those pink skies

 visions into the future of
 colour and line becoming colour.

Corot pink,  the shocking colour pink vagina colour,
 the pink hiding in valley forest,
 then the pink of Monet’s whores, 
 virgin pink Van Gogh’s Tree,
  pink of Bonnard’s last painting,
 Almond Tree in Blossom
when he took new life for old. 

 I took the  tops  off all the tubes
 and let the colour get its freedom ,
 richnesses that had been suppressed,


 colour more blatant  than Vincent.
 You haven’t seen colour before 
the opened tubes said to me
we are a  a kind of noise.

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