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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
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Random Poem:
| Diego Rivera's Portrait of Irene Estrella |
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Diego Rivera's Portrait of Irene Estrella | 1 |
(at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts) | 2 |
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She sits there | 4 |
her mary - jane's worn | 5 |
to dull blackness | 6 |
like her eyes | 7 |
watching while | 8 |
her mouth gnaws hungrily | 9 |
at the orange block | 10 |
as the cat | 11 |
lying stretched out | 12 |
on the green mat | 13 |
dead because | 14 |
all cats in mexico | 15 |
are dead and all children | 16 |
have faces of grown-ups | 17 |
because they are all poor | 18 |
and starving while | 19 |
across the border | 20 |
of canvas painted | 21 |
on a museum that | 22 |
is civilized and literate | 23 |
by definition | 24 |
of its english speaking | 25 |
whiteness where | 26 |
the sand is never stained | 27 |
by blood of wild animals | 28 |
bellowing in agony | 29 |
as they succumb | 30 |
to the matador's carefully placed thrusts | 31 |
much like a painter's finishing flourishes | 32 |
that lead to | 33 |
approving nods | 34 |
from these impossible foreigners | 35 |
who teach their children | 36 |
to beg for more | 37 |
as this is surely | 38 |
what irene estrella's eyes | 39 |
are asking of us | 40 |
in her pose | 41 |
ringed by the folds | 42 |
of blue crenellan normalcy | 43 |
or are her eyes | 44 |
staring angrily? | 45 |
at the beasts in the crowd | 46 |
waiting for the ears | 47 |
tail and nose to be severed | 48 |
because that is | 49 |
how we imagine | 50 |
the frame to fit | 51 |
and that is what we must see | 52 |
to preserve our perspective | 53 |
so humor us | 54 |
senor rivera | 55 |
and have her | 56 |
put down the block | 57 |
and eat the cat | 58 |
so we can casually judge | 59 |
the next painting. | 60 |
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