I would rather be a painter, but I´m not

Some more orange-centered explorations
(inspired by an image from a magazine)

"I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,

for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES"

(Frank O´Hara: Why I Am Not a Painter)


jeanne herself hat gesagt…

you make me laugh out loud. i had fun here today.

jeanne herself hat gesagt…

which is not to say that i don't have fun every time i drop in . . .

jude hat gesagt…

i love these little studies. nice texture contrasts as well as color.

ArtSparker hat gesagt…

This white creature is a bit anemone-like, therefore a little of the sea (sardines) with the orange.

ger hat gesagt…

Yes, Artsparker, now I see it myself... Nice, when things melt together like that. Thanks everyone...