On The Son of Man by Magritte
René, I visited you once in a dream
but you, near death, failed to recognise me
– your best-known creation.
No matter. We’re the same, we two.
Beneath my varnish
each layer of pigment carries your DNA.
Each stroke of paint invests me
with your personality and the burden
of your ambition.
In my canvas world, I wear my bowler hat
as proudly as if I had been born and died.
Like you, yet not like you.
And life—or not-life—has its compensations.
When people remember Magritte it’s my image
that inhabits their mind, not yours.
It’s enough.
Cathy McCallum
3 comments:
Love it! Was especially pleased to see that you had posted the artwork...sooo.....decided had to scan the image of Van Gogh's painting for Ian's poem based on it. The poem then makes more sense when related to the artwork of which it speaks. Great stuff!
For me, a poem must sere the emotions; must ignite within me a flame; a desire and an urgency to know more; to delve deeper into the words and source the message of the poet and the poem.
'On The Son of Man by Magritte', I have had visited upon me the very brush strokes which created such a unique piece of art. In those strokes I have learned what it is to re-absorb the child created from an eon of creations.
That a canvas can live and breath its own life, surpassing all other life, is itself, a superb creation. Is not this poem an equally living piece of art?
As usual Cathy, you have allowed, no, offered us a telling insight into your own creativity and isn't that enough?
Thank you.
This is an outstanding piece of work Ian
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