Corpse Paint

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I love the void
of a Turner
Lagoon of Venice
Eternal nothingness

I love paintings that show the divide
between heaven and earth in a clean unbroken line
Water from the waters

Master of emptiness
he sculpts with light      where all is cosmic
crepuscular

I  love the simplicity
of an egg in a stark space

The way Freud placed something
womb-like, perfect and unexpected
next to flawed skin on a broken couch

Colour in a vacuum makes me
want to know what I come from

Where will I go?
Redness can be wetness and death

When colour behaves
it sucks you into a vortex
a mirroredness, transformation
Rothko style
Hand and eye collide
to make a deep picture plain

There is beauty in death
Hirst knows it
Vincent saw so much poetry

in stars he became one
Even Rembrandt painted
a moody carcass
Sacrifice in a tender cluster
of virgins

How we work the queer chapters
of our lives
Warm-blood Caravaggios
Cold-blood Picassos
that we are

 

First appeared in The Journal, UK, 2015

Image ‘Goldau’ JMW Turner

 

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One response to “Corpse Paint

  1. Oh now that’s disturbing in the best possible way!

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