Previous (page 86)  |  Return to Contents  |  Next (page 88)
(page 87 of 93)

Terrestrial Illumination (2014) no. 261
Poem by Duane Locke
Previous (page 86)  |  Return to Contents  |  Next (page 88)

Terrestrial Illumination (2014) no. 261
Poem by Duane Locke

(page 87 of 93)







Keywords: eleventh transmission, poetry, fiction, photography, visual art, spoken word, film, socially engaged,
political, human experience, writing, satire, photojournalism, activist art, activism, socially conscious, art

Terrestrial Illumination (2014) no. 261

by Duane Locke

Gustav Klimt
In a trance
Feels he is bark, leaves, and also a trunk-surrounding wild grass.
He looks at his skin, this red blood no longer appears blue,
But green.

So Klimt looks into a large mirror and uses his reflection as a model.
So mimetically he paints a forest.

Spectators must make comments as such comments
Are social requisites
When anyone looks at art work.
So they call it “The Vienna Woods,” but is not, it is
Klimt’s Woods.


Next:
More poetry by Duane Locke.
Partners
Kirk Ramdath's book
HOME
ABOUT
SUBMISSIONS
SUBSCRIBE
CONTACT
STORE
ADVERTISING
LINKS
This website
©Kirk Ramdath
and specified artists.
Advertise in Eleventh Transmission
ISSUES