A Singular Word

We holidayed in Central Europe a while back and stopped in Vienna. The art collections are extraordinary though you need a quality and quantity of stamina I’m not sure if I possess. This poem was the result

Viewing Art

I want to like Art collections.

I mean I love the Dutch,

Breugal and Bosch – neat little people

Intriguing encyclopaedias of paint.

And Vermeer’s curious scenes,

Telling us a little, leaving us to guess.

Or Holbein’s or Rembrandt’s faces,

Creased, clever, detail-real people.

I can leave Reubens, frankly

With most of the Renaissance,

For a rainy day. I mean,

He’s good –no doubt he can hold a brush.

And big – he really fills a canvas.

Gives good paint as they might have said.

But all those fat babies?

Today, people would wonder at his fixation.

It’s when I reach that room

Floor to ceiling canvases.

Lots of clouds

And some bearded old boy who doesn’t know

It’s rude to point.

It’s then I’m done.

My back sets like Rembrandt’s granny’s face.

My feet feel as if Holbein’s captured their reality

And my neck is twisted into a Breugal imagined spasm.

Somewhere, in each painting, there’s a little me


Being made an example of,

Being shown how reality really feels.

Somedays I really really wish

I’d been painted by Reubens.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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3 Responses to A Singular Word

  1. gordon759 says:

    I can only comment by means of one of our father’s favourite pieces on a great renaissance artist,

    While Titian was mixing rose-madder
    His model posed nude, on a ladder
    Her position, to Titian
    Suggested coition
    So he climbed on the ladder, and had her!

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