sábado, 2 de octubre de 2021

My animals (Poems in tribute to Paul Gauguin)

 

Paul Gauguin – “Self-portrait. Near Golgotha ​​”

Look around the main image and, when it comes to your writing, it will be more productive perhaps for less predictable. By concentrating on the margins, you will be able to illuminate an increasingly personalized spotlight. For example, in Paul Gauguin’s “Near Golgotha”, this is relatively straightforward. On purpose, and although in no less paradoxical way, the painter wishes to focus the contour as much, or even more, than his own self-portrait. The multinaturalist world – which Gauguin has discovered in his travels and residence in Oceania – and his ego or identity in its most radical trance (he is, like Christ, on the way to Golgotha) can no longer be dissociated; one can no longer be conceived without the other. Furthermore, the observer’s discovery and complicity with this epiphany –that of symmetry: the human cosmos– is destined for the whole painting. And, therefore, the theme of it could not be that of pain, farewell or death. But, on the contrary, and as in the poetry of César Vallejo, the welcome to another life that already exists, but before which we cannot smile because it is something too new or unpublished. Example:

No. 534 (“Self-portrait”)

About trimming her light robe

another robe peeks out.

Coarser and darker too.

Some other lamb.

Heaven-chorus

of evasive policemen:

masks, naked torsos,

folds, dull drums.

Multiple looks.

A dumb eye.

A deep scar.

A mouth.

A long and patient wait.

Breasts and arms

still strong.

He’s been dead for days.

The birds flew away

through him.

The night and the undergrowth

raffled very easy

that door half open.

Which one of us goes

Golgotha ​​road?