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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, July 23, 2012

Black and White

Franz Kline, Figure Eight, 1952
You lay the strokes with confidence
a master calligrapher
Awed
I watch as you create the piece
I think I know where the next brushstroke will land
but you change course
following a sketch that only you can see
(or is it all improvisation?)
You say questions of perception versus reality are pointless
that we can argue endlessly about interpretation
but it really comes down to black and white:
Either I believe you 
or I don't

I don't.

submitted for The Mag, Mag 127