Canto CLXXXVI

Here are things no one has ever painted:
the blurry dark beyond the coach window;
the way the sun shines through your closed eyelids;

those floaty eye worms; the cold, sharpened glow
of sunset on a meteor; a dream;
the first true vision that you came to know

when you first opened your eyes in the womb.

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. janice
    Mar 03, 2012 @ 23:37:28

    Not true, but I like the poem (I think Rothko painted a few of these things, at least, and Miro did floaty eyeworms)

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  2. peter litton
    Mar 04, 2012 @ 11:01:35

    Category: Pretentious Philosophical Poetry…I don’t think it’s pretentious. If I were looking for a word to describe this poem I think I’d go for metaphysical.

    Rosy’s, dream like, prenatal world is providing you with some inspired imagery.

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  3. Niall O'Sullivan
    Mar 04, 2012 @ 12:38:16

    I should elaborate on the “can’t paint” thing. It is a little bit intentionally provocative, especially the dream bit. It’s really meant that you can’t paint them in the sense that one can stand in front of a landscape, a nude or a still life and paint them over a certain period of time. You have to paint all these things from a certain memory that could be completely inaccurate.

    Peter, the pretentious thing is just me and my self depracation schtick 😉

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