Red Moon

Third post of the new year and oh does it feel good to have the writing bug again. The support from those of you who read my ramblings has truly been the highlight of my Sunday nights/Monday mornings. I've broke my post view records twice this month and I'd hope to do it for the third weekend in a row.  For those of you who are mad, Thank you!

There is only one poem this week but two artworks by the great expressionist Egon Schiele. Schiele was the Tumblr famous and world renowned artist Gustav Klimt's protege. And in my humble opinion Schiele outshines his master in expressing the true rawness of emotion and expression in his art. Klimt, who was once reprimanded for producing overtly sexually graphic paintings for a Science academy, was known for painting his muses into his work. Schiele enjoyed parodying his master, and at times stealing his muses outright as his own mistresses. In all his eccentricities, Schiele's paintings epitomize the grotesque beauty in Sex and Sexuality. He has become an obsession in the past week I cant seem to get out of my head.

 (Egon Schiele "The Girl"1918)

Nabakov's Wet Dream

She walked with her head forward,
Her sun-kissed face.....
drew the light from the entire room.
Why would I read Ted Hughes?

She knew what love was,
only agreeing on the differences.
Her fears manifested in her potential,
her small frame, Shaded by her huge
Presence.

Losing her thought's into the second cup
her voice cracked, She seemed real.
She was art, and She knew it.
Maybe she didn't. Maybe I wasn't there             
pretentiously lost in my own voice,                   
trying to prove to her that I was real.

Something in the way she said
"familiar yet so distant'
rang through the fog,
as Mingus played that work song, 
She became art.

(Egon Schiele "The Embrace" 1917)

And finally the song of the post, Charles Mingus - Work Song. Enjoy