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Click herefor Robert Rauschenberg
This will be, Bob,
a messy poem, because
my love for you is sprayed
like paint
flung over the mattress of dream. Disordered,
as dreams are or ought to be,
but colored silly as a mirror
tinted zinc and white.
What other artist has a tired goat
for monogram?
Not Rembrandt, by golly,
and he was Dutch. Hell, it
didn't help him much,
nor did it, I guess, help you
to trade up from a coldwater flat
walk-up where Jap
gathered everybody's love and you
were left behind and drew with grass.
I will remember you, Tex,
dancing in a cardboard box
on roller skates with an umbrella
or some such odd thing, always
after something new: Drapery. Postcards.
Russian literature. You were
a fucking demigod
down there in Florida, playing
with ink and stones and shells and things.
And, Bob, now that you're dead,
I hope you've brought along a camera
to snap God's picture
so you can stencil it in next
to a rooster or an astronaut
and some purple goldfish
on that canvas you name Heaven.
Also fabulous because while I am familiar with his work, I really don't know much about him. After reading I now feel like I know him. Very nice.
Also fabulous because while I am familiar with his work, I really don't know much about him. After reading I now feel like I know him. Very nice.
of course. But particularly because it's worthy of the subject.
So what if I had in mind writing something about those combines? So what if I had in mind writing something (I swear) about that goat? in Rauschenberg's world all you have to do is go outside your home take a found object (as long as you found it within - what was it: three or five feet from your window, and add just as beautiful words to it - and voila, there you have a tribute to a genius (some talent wouldn't hurt). . What a loss not only to the visual arts, but I believe to all arts: f_ the 'purity of form'; long live the hybrids! Thank you Tzara (would that be an oxymoron?) for a traditional well crafted ‘Rauschenbergian’ tribute.
Thank you, T. This moved me a great deal. Like you, I admired the artist immensely, and loved his work. This is beautiful and truly emotive. Good show.