A Panjandrum

A panjandrum up close, blowing smoke everywhere with  his loud suit shouting his eminence; the vertical lines to make him look taller and the four-button suit sleeves.

Nails manicured to perfection.  

His sharp-toothed demon is behind, awaiting his signal to spring out. 

His large flattened heart has fallen out of him and is lying flat on his right. He is operating without a heart.

His slit eyes formulating the words to describe you and your work in that bubble bursting out of his head. The bubble is sharp-toothed also.  Or flaming.

A money bag in the middle of the bubble. 

A panjandrum.

They are so pompous that it is only they who refer to themselves in the plural as though they are descended from Romans, even neutral ones: panjandra. 

More than one of them are panjandrums because at their root is nonsensical English verse.  As nonsensical as they.

 

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The Critic, 1979, charcoal and white ink on paper.    Honoré  Sharrer, 1920-2009, American.   Collection of the artist’s family on display at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, Philadelphia in 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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