for the poems I am about to submit, I must write an account:
from the website:
“The account is an opportunity for the artist to lift the curtain and say something that might not be present on the page. We are interested in exploring the relationship between what is known (the work on the page) and what is often left unknown (the artist’s intentions behind that work). By pairing each piece of art with an account, readers of the journal will also get to experience the piece in two different ways simultaneously, with two different levels of intimacy.
What you reveal is up to you. An account can be personal or formal—it is entirely up to the artist. We ask that if you choose to be satirical, you do so in service of your work. We are most interested in how you would track the choices, influences, and thought that make up your aesthetic as it pertains to the work in question, or to your larger body of work. In other words, what went into making this work? What was on your mind? What brought you to the page or into the studio to create this piece?”
–an incredible opportunity to ofer the kind of informamtion usually not pa of the poem, but without which I would not have wrtitten them,, The poems are ready, now just have ti complete my acount.
Titles I am considering:
- 1. Moving Dance of Reduction (a collaboration with Thomas Robert Higginson)
- 2. X-FACTOR EARTHQUAKE VASH
- 3. SMALL VIRTUE
- 4. The Gravity of Higginson (well, as the title reveaals, another Higginson poem)
- 5. Sanitary Sunday Hospital
- 6. Almost 63 (think that Higginson may be part of ths poem also; should be if he isn’t; hope he doesn’t mind motivating me to write, even if he does, he still provides this motivation –and he remembered my 63rd birthday, god love him [me too] –just checked, and he is part of this poem also.
That’s it for now.
One thing I know, if I ever become sibnificant enough in American Letters, it will have to be acknowledged that “Higginson” becaose a huge part of my work, and that is just as it should be, the nameless and mysterious , and throughtly adorable, (with a few problems here and there; I said he was real, not perfect), incredibly sexy –that is 100 % true by the way, Thomas Robert Higginson.
Only I know some of, for no one knows all, probably not even him, but i know some o f the Thomas Robert mystique, just enught to keep me interested. Maybe someday it will be okay to reveal a bit more of his dentity. But till that day, if ever, he must remain shrouded in anonymity, as hard as it is for me not to tell, becasue I could, I just choose not to, the way that he would want it I feel.
I write out of necessity only, and that I find it so necessary to write about him, says a lot about him. Guess I need some kind of proxy image for him, so I’ll just use a Bitmoji avatar that the real man made. Not the same at all, so no:
Has to be a real man, because I write about a real man, more real probably than any other man… I don’t want to get started, but I have already started, from the moment I started to fall in love with my friend, the very first kiss in the taxi, read all about all of that in “New Kiss Horizon” romance novel by Thylias Moss
I will post here a couple of photos that I know the real Thomas Robert Higginson likes, not the photo of the two of us together, I know he likes that one, but I won’t post it this time –although I really want to, but no, only me:
Includes the dress I wore on our last date in Chicago, wore this to Vermilion Restaurant also where we had our last meal in Chicago. the roses he gave me, the pink hair he loved so much, a photo of me at the Chicago Institute of Art; he took it, photo by Thomas Robert in other words, “Woman Descending the Staircase“
Details on that painting:
Painting that I’m standing in front of:
Woman Descending the Staircase (Frau die Treppe herabgehend), 1965
Oil on canvas
198 x 128 cm (79 x 51 in.)
Roy J. and Frances R. Friedman Endowment; gift of Lannan Foundation, 1997.176
© Gerhard Richter
Now to get the poems for The Account ready!