for Judy Brow, 1940-2019, friend.
One year, I sent her my lilac bush clear across half the continent. It did not make it but she never said I was mad.
Reality ate my lilac bush and now it is eating its way through my heart. I stamped my little feet and said: I have had enough of this.
The poets knew to come. The Swedish one said: Summer at last (below)
The second, the Pseudonymous Watt said: Then you laugh amid, and atop the dance of bright lights……(from Everything Forever, 6/13/2019)
Tomas Tranströmer, 1931-2015, Swedish
Translated by Robert Bly, 2001, 2017, from The Half-Finished Heaven, 2001,2017
So much has happened.
Reality has eaten so much of us.
But summer, at last.
A great airport — the control tower leads down
load after load with chilled
Downward for the Moment, 2017, oil on canvas. Georg Baselitz, German born 1938.
Private collection loaned to the Hirschhorn Museum, Washington, DC in 2018.
The museum noted that this painting is based loosely on Marcel Duchamp’s 1912 Nude Descending a Staircase
Dystopian Couple, 2015, oil on canvas. Georg Baselitz, German born 1938.
Courtesy of the artist and White Cube to the Hirschhorn Museum, Washington, DC in 2018.
people from space.
Grass and flowers — we are landing.
Woodstock, NY. With loving thanks.
The grass has a green foreman.
Alluaudia ascendens, a succulent native to Madagascar. Longwood Gardens Conservatory, Pennsylvania.
I go and check in.