Wednesday, 16 April 2014

NY #1: A Poem for The Frick Collection

In the Frick Collection there are people here who don't know why they're here
like us.

There's a promotional film that reflects the American attitude to patronage
with such a savage lack of irony that you might take it for satire
but you don't.

Children look bored.

Jon says,
looking at some ridiculous French writing desk from the 18th c.,
that you can understand why all those aristocrats got beheaded.

The audio guide keeps telling me that the painting I'm looking at
is the most beautiful example
of whatever kind of painting it is in the world
which seems unlikely.

But you can't fuck with the El Grecos, or the Goyas,
and a lot of the early Renaissance painting is pretty great too.