Once more the war; though now it seems some joy has been permitted to infiltrate the outlook. The Wehrmacht turned back at Stalingrad, enough of a setback to pre- tend a beginning to an end. Hope springs eternal wrote the poet Pope, & the kings — though fewer of them around these days — string along by opening the kingsways up to celebration. No fireworks — gunpowder is strictly mili- tary matériel in times of war — but the dead are plentiful, as are the flowers that feed on them. Picked, & thrown in to the air; &, from a certain perspective, not quite golden apples but, in times of scarcity, perhaps the next best thing.
Friday, December 20, 2024
#549 La Voie Royale
Saturday, November 30, 2024
#548 La leçon d'anatomie (1943)
In Rembrandt's Anatomy Lesson all is dark — the lecturer, the onlookers who look too old to be students, who are in fact doctors who've paid to be in the painting, the cadaver over which Dr. Nicolaes Tulp is carrying out an explanation of the musc- ulature of the human arm. One public dissection permitted each year, held in a theater as if it were a play, with a paying audience, the body to be that of a convicted criminal who has been executed. In Magritte's painting, it is the ab- sence of dark that marks its pre- sence. A war is being fought; but rather than depict that, the painter channels Renoir to let bright light enter. A landscape in a vase, trees in flower, color. An attitudinal turn- around, the visible made invisible.
Sunday, October 20, 2024
Recently published
Mark Young
The Magritte Poems
Sandy Press
ISBN: 979-8-9898666-3-2
Amazon URL: https://a.co/d/65ZzzPr
648 pages
Paperback: $US24.99
Kindle: $US12.00
This is a book 21 years in the making. The first Series Magritte poem — three words, three lines — was composed on the front step of a motel room at Yarra Glen, about 50 kilometers from Melbourne. It appeared on the As/Is blog in — I think — November 2003, was followed by another twenty or so at the same blog, & then, in March 2024, the following post appeared at my then main blog, Pelican Dreaming:
I have decided to start a blog for my Series Magritte poems. The URL is https://seriesmagritte.blogspot.com.
As I write this, there are 547 poems up at Series Magritte. I have included all of them in this book. Interspersed among them are a number of other poems — the Florence Foucault centos, composed of extracts from Michel Foucault's book on Magritte, This Is Not a Pipe, & the 1860 The Ladies’ Book of Etiquette, by Florence Hartley, some of which actually appeared under the pseudonym of Florence Foucault, & also included are other of my poems that reference Magritte, including one that dates back to 1974. My admiration for René Magritte goes back a long way!
This is a collected, not a selected, so it may be uneven in quality. I would also have liked to include some of the Magritte paintings that inspired the poems, but that would undoubtedly have raised copyright issues as well as ending up as a seriously expensive tome. I have no intention of stopping writing Magritte poems, but I've decided to bring a dotted line to the venture so that I can see what it looks & feels like in book form. For those that don’t like the heft of such things, there is also a Kindle edition which Amazon warns may take a while to download.
I want to thank Javant Biarujia for his introduction, which is up at Sandy Press, & Sheila E. Murphy for her blurb which can be found on the Amazon page. Their words are more than I deserve.
I also want to thank Bill Allegrezza & Jukka-Pekka Kervinen for publishing earlier selections of my Magritte poems. I want to thank harry k stammer for publishing this collection & for doing the covers of some of the aforementioned smaller books. Lastly, I'd like to pay tribute to René Magritte for making the invisible visible.
Friday, October 18, 2024
Three poems from Series Magritte at YouTube
via The Continental Review
Read by Miia Toivio & with graphics by Marko Niemi
Friday, September 06, 2024
#547 Among the Groves of Light
It is an analog module in the open air, a small thing in a large area, high in bright light, low in the dark. Perfectly posit- ioned to host the most popular fund-raising events of the year, it reads data from many sources, harnesses the continuous vari- ation aspect of physical pheno- mena to provide 16 or more channels in the same space, uses cookies to ensure that it gives the user the best experience. Unfortu- nately, in shade, branches will wither & drop to the ground; & the right stick has an almost 35% deadzone, regardless of any set- tings. Which means in this range the in-game camera won't react at all to its controller's input.
Wednesday, September 04, 2024
Monday, August 19, 2024
#545 Memory of a Journey (1955)
In the dark I become accustomed to the work of Le Douanier Rousseau. It helps that I have a lion beside me.
Monday, August 05, 2024
#544 La Pensée parfaite (1943)
The war continues in a linear fashion. Not so the seasons. Here they are condensed, all four evident on the one tree. A thumbing of the nose to the man-made dam- age that has, that will, be done elsewhere to the earth. We are out- side it, says the tree. We have the freedom you can only dream about.
Tuesday, July 30, 2024
Saturday, June 29, 2024
#542 L'Espoir Rapide
Everything can probably be remembered but it’s the linkages & the lack of space to keep them near that make it difficult. Memory is not linear. That’s for planning the future where you write yourself preliminary notes & leave them in strategic places. So that whenever it is you arrive at wherever you were going you can open them up & see what happened along the way.
Thursday, June 27, 2024
#541 Excuseer, Juffrouw, is het een sprekende film?
Does that really matter? Even if the film is silent, the continuity — or discontinuity — of its contents, the things we are seeing, provokes an inner mono- &/or dialogue. Not necessarily in words. Could be images, fragments of a past or figments of a future, that have nothing to do with what was en- visaged by the auteur, but triggered by it even so. Could be sounds, birds on the roof, trains passing in the night, what we grew up listening to, what we associate with the wider screen where they appeared. Or maybe we approach it in the same way we partake of a day at the races. The colors, the numbers, known & easily discernable; the purpose clear, but not yet the outcome. As complement, a gallery full of the works of an almost contemporary Belgian master which presents a nominally silent narrative, but has within it a host of interwoven speaking parts.
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