The Eternal Critic
The light verses dark
and the smudged
and softened brush strokes
suggests to me it is, as always,
religious propaganda
of some sort.
Whether it is the nihilistic
take on the defeat of the
uncovered soul,
when subjected
to black magic.
(Very Faustian.)
Or, it could be a
nod to the alienation
effect.
This poor man
shielded himself,
but from what?
The naked
top of his head,
the abomination,
is sheltered with
a death shroud.
But, please, sir
Look above you
at the enigmatic
circular, chatoyant,
natation.
Or that hypnotic dance of heaven,
will be lost on every
untrained eye.
Just as it is unseen to
the foolish man who
only looks to his feet.
based on Flight of the Witches, by Francisco de Goya
Friday, April 9, 2010
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This poem confuses me and I don't understand it very well, but I do like how you've worded the final bit: "Just as it is unseen to/the foolish man who/only looks to his feet"
ReplyDeleteyeah, it's weird lol.
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