Earlier this week, I asked my students to compare these two paintings:
There are so many ways to approach this comparison, but in honor of NaPoWriMo’s call for a tanka, I’d like to do so poetically: an account of the change in vision over the hundred-year interval between these two masterpieces (or “masterpieces,” if you’d prefer).
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Said de Kooning to his muse
If you’d hold still—there,
so the light brushes your cheek
like a lover’s touch—
then I’ll mutilate your form
in its pendulous horror.