http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/ Poems about walking around in Central Park ... and other places. Fri, 10 Sep 2010 17:53:23 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.2 http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-582 Tue, 29 Aug 2006 22:41:54 +0000 http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-582 Hi John, I read your poem on the very same day I went to visit Jackson Pollock's studio. The floor has been preserved and is covered with the very same circular abrasions and uneven smudges; I think you really got the essence of an artist's creative spirit. Bravo! Georgia Hi John,
I read your poem on the very same day I went to visit Jackson Pollock’s studio. The floor has been preserved and is covered with the very same circular abrasions and uneven smudges; I think you really got the essence of an artist’s creative spirit. Bravo!
Georgia

]]> http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-425 Tue, 15 Aug 2006 02:02:46 +0000 http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-425 "When the overcast seems featureless, he paints a message for us." I love the way that last line brings the poem around to the idea that you bring your own perceptions to bear on a painting--or a poem, at that. Bud Leake might not have been thinking of his skillet, but I'm guessing that he got across a beauty both universal and specific enough that you could find a reminder in it of what to you is beautiful. And I know how you feel about your skillets. “When the overcast seems featureless,
he paints a message for us.”
I love the way that last line brings the poem around to the idea that you bring your own perceptions to bear on a painting–or a poem, at that. Bud Leake might not have been thinking of his skillet, but I’m guessing that he got across a beauty both universal and specific enough that you could find a reminder in it of what to you is beautiful. And I know how you feel about your skillets.

]]> http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-387 Sat, 12 Aug 2006 15:24:07 +0000 http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-387 John, you make me proud to be a painter. This is a wonderful poem that I'm pinning on my wall. I'm afraid I'm becoming like that character in Doris Lessing's Golden Notebook who pins up newspaper clippings, torn-out images, notes from friends and all other kinds of things loved and interesting because, I think, her brain had become too full. In my case, it's emptying out fast. So I'll look at your poem every once in a while and fill up again. John, you make me proud to be a painter. This is a wonderful poem that I’m pinning on my wall. I’m afraid I’m becoming like that character in Doris Lessing’s Golden Notebook who pins up newspaper clippings, torn-out images, notes from friends and all other kinds of things loved and interesting because, I think, her brain had become too full. In my case, it’s emptying out fast. So I’ll look at your poem every once in a while and fill up again.

]]> http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-379 Thu, 10 Aug 2006 21:52:21 +0000 http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-379 Hi John: I think we met many years ago. (I was once Holly's roommate at Shipley; was Bud's niece; am Nina's first cousin.) She sent me the poem which is wonderful. Couldn't resist studying my husband's old iron skillet. Umber smudges and engraved abrasions. Thanks for showing us "the sky in a skillet" but especially for painting Bud in my mind. Hi John: I think we met many years ago. (I was once Holly’s roommate at Shipley; was Bud’s niece; am Nina’s first cousin.) She sent me the poem which is wonderful. Couldn’t resist studying my husband’s old iron skillet. Umber smudges and engraved abrasions. Thanks for showing us “the sky in a skillet” but especially for painting Bud in my mind.

]]> http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-378 Thu, 10 Aug 2006 20:58:18 +0000 http://themillennialpedestrian.com/2006/08/10/the-painter/#comment-378 How wonderful, John. I just wish that Daddy were here to read your poem. Infact his second love to painting was poetry and this is the first one about his paintings! Thank you from him. :lol: How wonderful, John. I just wish that Daddy were here to read your poem. Infact his second love to painting was poetry and this is the first one about his paintings! Thank you from him.

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