Past the Fabergé and
Furniture that wasn’t to be
Satuponreclinedinrestedonetc.
[simply looked at and admired -
which in my estimation is much
like paying for a prostitute to
just give you compliments]
The portraits and landscapes
And other impressive bric-a-brac
-oooh….look…another fox hunt-
was where the
steelbelted radials met
pavement
and where a boy’s life changed
before his first kiss
his first love
his first car
his first love in said car
- there was Helen -
past the Rothko and Johns
round the corner from the Schnabel
and Warhol, if you hit the Lichtenstein
you’ve gone too far
There suspended gracefully in air
floated Helen and her song
Leaving a 14 year old boy breathless
in awe, and for one of the few times
At peace.
It(’)s deceptive simplicity
Wrapped in elegant chaos
Smothered in gorgeous
Sensuous color
And much like an afternoon
Spent in a park with a girl
And an ee cummings collection
[she wasn’t brand new – but her torque
still left me bruised and shaken]
It, while I wouldn’t realize it at the time,
Would irrevocably change my life
So, thank you Helen.
(and ee cummings – that was a great fucking afternoon)
"A really good picture looks as if it's happened at once. It's an immediate image. For my own work, when a picture looks labored and overworked, and you can read in it—well, she did this and then she did that, and then she did that—there is something in it that has not got to do with beautiful art to me. And I usually throw these out, though I think very often it takes ten of those over-labored efforts to produce one really beautiful wrist motion that is synchronized with your head and heart, and you have it, and therefore it looks as if it were born in a minute."
- Helen Frankenthaler
