Sunday, October 11, 2015

October 11




Max Beckmann's Odysseus!

http://www.wikiart.org/en/search/Beckmann%20odysseus/1#supersized-search-259800

14 comments:

  1. Odysseus and Calypso, Max Beckmann

    there’s a specific disinterest
    he finds in her skin— she,
    alone
    is not enough.
    already his eyes drift
    to other conquest
    more bloodshed,
    a chance for his hands
    to break ground
    on new fertile lands

    untouched flesh
    that waits
    to be spoiled.

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    1. That's fantastic man! That's really strong!

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    2. There is something about this that breaks my heart. The power of a great poem, a great truth revealed.

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  2. Odysseus Exposed
    After a painting by Max Beckman

    In Homer's epic, Odysseus retains
    his humanity on Calypso's island,
    while his crew, lesser men,
    succumb to her magic,
    losing their power of speech,
    spending their lives foraging
    for acorns on the desolate island.
    Odysseus can indulge his desires
    unscathed, taming the dangerous
    feminine powers, Calypso
    and the Sirens.
    Some centuries later,
    Beckman casts doubt on this view.
    Calypso lays her white hands
    on his chest, working a spell.
    Their legs tangle like tree roots.
    Odysseus is mostly human,
    except for his penis, the width
    and length of an anaconda.
    He is manacled, an animal
    among other animals.

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    1. I love the poem, and I really love what you did with the title. I never would have thought to do that with a medium that isn't poetry. Love the ending of the piece too!

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  3. Thanks John. I appreciate the prompt.

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  4. The Reluctant Lover

    She presses her bosom against his chest
    entwining her legs with his
    and gently caresses a loose lock of hair
    her eyes boring in, as she gazes on his face

    His mind wanders back to his home
    where Penelope waits at the gate
    missing her scent and her smile and her laugh
    he regrets the dark deal he has made

    She purrs and nuzzles his bare chest
    the spell has worked... or has it?
    her supple curves and painted lips
    somehow, are no longer enough to hold

    His heart is flooded with longing
    and his arms ache for the familiar touch
    the touch he could not replace with lust
    nor could he forget, with gallons of drink

    She worries her plans are fallingv apart
    but she must not show him her fear
    if only she could keep him just a little while longer
    surely he would never want to leave

    His silent pleas are heard by the gods
    it's time for him to leave this prison of passion
    his soul is dying to return home
    no matter her cries, return home he shall

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    1. I love that this can exist with or without the painting! Works on multiple levels!

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  5. Lovemaking routine by the clock
    Oddyseus man bearded hero
    Seducing goddess Calypso
    Ready get set tick tock.
    Strokes and caresses vain
    Conquest triumphed and won
    No meaning once they are done
    Just a closet for hiding pain.
    Oddyseus why do you roam
    Calypso does he love you
    Two in a shadow box fight
    Oddyseius your call is to home
    Calypso love yourself true
    A new turn can happen tonight.

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    1. I love the structure of the poem, and what you're saying here!

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  6. Brantingham! I loved you less this day
    “Google it” you said with glee
    assorted examples you will see
    on how to match a painting’s tune with a sonnet’s sway.
    Relaxed behind a beard you lean, there’s nothing else for you to say
    Inspiration has unwound; that fat-thighed muse has let you free,
    this challenge of the serpent’s pen has now been tossed to me.
    Unarmed, and without a shield; I am loath to join this poet’s fray.

    Max Beckmann’s painting depicts Odysseus, the epic hero
    wrought in bold strokes and encircled by symbols ample.
    The cheetah is distracting though it’s meaning must be simple,
    fangs bared, almost panting, there’s anger and great passion.
    What’s with the giant parrot, or is there a story of a green crow?
    Forget classics, and my tedious verse! It’s become stale–and out of fashion.

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    1. Ah, I that's great. Okay, now we're really in conversation here!!!

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  7. Calypso

    distract the man
    weakened and heavy with sex
    his goals forgotten

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