Philosophy, Poetry, Literature and the Arts beyond Images
Beyond the image begins the real work
of understanding the other in time and space
O, if I ever could make a funny picture
of myself, even though the lines
would be black and white,
it would be like taking a pot shot
at myself--nose like a carrot,
eyes of a coal miner,
some resemblance to a clown or simple fool
in the circus of men crowding near
the lion's cage to see the beauty queen
trapping the wild beast in me, as if a
dove hovers in my jest,
reflecting what Surrealists dream about
flying away.
And with it would go away the pain
to let muse return, smiling.
Hatto Fischer
27.2.2010
(Note: this poem came about thanks to what Norb Blei, that promoter of poetry in the USA, send around recently under the title "paint me picture make me poem": see
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