Archive for the ‘Rothko’ Category

04/20/2007

Companion Words


“The first time I visited the Rothko Chapel in Houston, in the late 1980s, I was operating under the influence of a remark by the poet Czeslaw Milosz, something to the effect that the Western search for meaning in abstract art was a case of expecting too much from mere pigment.

As you probably already know, as guides for the perplexed, the writers of central Europe cannot be beat. History has equipped them with just the right balance of the tragic and the ironic dimension.”

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12/13/2006

where material meets immaterial

somehow the top of this

where it meets the heavens, reminds me of this
a Rothko, which reminds me of this
the Hancock, especially in fog.

It’s all about what is here, and what is not here.
Solid becoming spirit.

For the Japanese it looks like this


Mt. Fuji.
And in Norse mythology, think


Valhalla. So we come full circle.

In Beowulf Valhalla is the shining citadel.

-E

12/13/2006

where material meets immaterial

somehow the top of this

where it meets the heavens, reminds me of this
a Rothko, which reminds me of this
the Hancock, especially in fog.

It’s all about what is here, and what is not here.
Solid becoming spirit.

For the Japanese it looks like this


Mt. Fuji.
And in Norse mythology, think


Valhalla. So we come full circle.

In Beowulf Valhalla is the shining citadel.

-E