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Artist Painting Over Canvas

Artist Painting Over Canvas

detail from painting by Mary Winifred Hood Schwaner

detail from painting by Mary Winifred Hood Schwaner

The last I saw of the antlers
the cloud resembling a tomato

half materialized tree leaning
against years of gypsy weather

the old woman always
in the background always goes last and

she is the only one who comes back
but now you have decided to leave her

there her face whitewashed with relief
not finished enough to paint over

a tree begins behind her a brown stroke
in the foreground a young woman

her hands hold something valuable
you can see it in her face

even though the thing she holds
is almost out of the picture not yet realized

red vest light blue garment against
the yellow field past the dirt path

what will she hold and will she offer
it before the white brush comes down

you dab her face as if wiping away
a tear and promising her she will stay

the road darkens in the fading light
or is it growing relief the old woman’s

face does not change the tree
behind her branches off the canvas


[with a nod to bussokuseki’s “Earnest Offering” and ideas of erasure it inspired]



He at first believed the man
was a distant relative: blonde
almost white hair, big teeth,
dumb, vacant eyes.

I’ve discovered the pulse of
the sixties, Warhol tells Goat.

Goat enters his private studio,
picks up a six-string, bites it.
I eat guitars till I bleed, he says.

Of course, says Andy, nothing’s permanent.


from GOAT lies down on Broadway. For more info see here.



Goat, disguised as a pick-up,
carries illegal aliens across
the border. His eyes are blank
headlights, his beard a New York
license plate, his matted coat
the bad paint job most Ford trucks
have. He becomes a legend in the
Mexican underground. Songs are sung
about him, whole bottles of wine
lifted in his name. He collects

from GOAT lies down on Broadway. For more info see here.



His teacher taped a brush
to his nose. Goat works
gently, carefully for hours.

The result is startling.
All are impressed.

It’s like looking in a mirror,
someone says. Goat drops his palette,
kicks through the canvas, shreds
the frame between his teeth.

He wants no one else to look.


from GOAT lies down on Broadway. For more info see here.