Paul Siegell
fromM__TM___RE
Source material: Bohemian Paris: Picasso, Modigliani, Matisse,
and the Birth of Modern Art by Dan Franck (Grove Press, 2003).
(Other poems from the early goings of this set have appeared in Festival Writer and Really System.)
Paul Siegell is the author of wild life rifle fire (Otoliths Books), jambandbootleg (A-Head Publishing) and Poemergency Room (Otoliths Books). He is a senior editor at Painted Bride Quarterly and has contributed to Black Warrior Review, Coconut, Redivider, and many other fine journals. In 2015, the Pennsylvania Center for the Book featured Paul in the Public Poetry Project. Kindly find more of his work - and concrete poetry t-shirts - at ReVeLeR @ eYeLeVeL (http://paulsiegell.blogspot.com).
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fromM__TM___RE
(PRAISE)
the
lives,
and
impressive
disappear
into
illuminates
the center,
lumière
(xi)
A world
the
burn.
spring.
    The
provoke
beautiful,
outright
form.
and
meaning
         of
extremely
    The painters
did
and brushes
would later
    But
question
                                         sublime
of
their daily
fierce loving,
atmosphere.”       
(Paris)
to
and
if not
of
that appearances can be
art.
cock     
. Modern
troublemakers. From
(xiv)
The
life.
unique,
charcoal
    Each
of the artist
on nothing,
ephemeral
of nothingness.
        all
with the birth
in
adventure:
    I started
. Painting
the very breath of
becomes
the work of art is
can be
it was
of
language
curiosity     
– from the abyss
who wrestles
. It
and
the times. I couldn’t
kaleidoscope
. The
the
. My
of
(3)
    On
evenings
the entire history
   Montmartre
brought
cannons
Sacré Coeur
launched:
sins.
                                             her
a village.
private
skirts
other
worlds of
constructing
smoked-filled
. And
city
the
revolutionary
marching
In the midst
young students danced
. The houses of
. The swishing
(4)
swoon,
the troupe
coming Moulin Rouge.
   Bruant
Noir,
                              the poet’s
for Toulouse-Lautrec
the
streets
Gogh,
setting
of glory.
in
for liberty
dragged
of the attack
by the up-and-
at the Chat
in every direction
alive and well and
mistress, she posed
Cézanne, Manet, Van
yet made names
awaiting their hour
throughout the world…  
(10)
to paint.
    She
    She had one son
almost nothing. What
friends thought,
lover who
She
ill.
often
the
might whisper
weakness
the light
                                             to hear
with the
becoming
– in fact,
certainly
a great
nothing
certain
mentally
more
than
was
painted
the painter’s howls when
Source material: Bohemian Paris: Picasso, Modigliani, Matisse,
and the Birth of Modern Art by Dan Franck (Grove Press, 2003).
(Other poems from the early goings of this set have appeared in Festival Writer and Really System.)
Paul Siegell is the author of wild life rifle fire (Otoliths Books), jambandbootleg (A-Head Publishing) and Poemergency Room (Otoliths Books). He is a senior editor at Painted Bride Quarterly and has contributed to Black Warrior Review, Coconut, Redivider, and many other fine journals. In 2015, the Pennsylvania Center for the Book featured Paul in the Public Poetry Project. Kindly find more of his work - and concrete poetry t-shirts - at ReVeLeR @ eYeLeVeL (http://paulsiegell.blogspot.com).