three poems on American Realist Paintings that may one day make in edited form a poetry pamphlet Hope you enjoy :
Amerian Realist Painters- times three
1 Edward Hopper Nighthawks
Why are they/we so alone?
Nearly as alone as married couples with three children but not quite
As the man at a football match
What do these four people dream of?
White wood boarded houses?
The final deal that makes them rich?
Becoming the family in glossy commercial adverts?
Ministered to by a barman
Is the alone mans wife waiting in a downtown apartment?
“Another bourbon for the road” says Frank
Before he goes out into the empty night
I guess they have a living to make
Respectable in there way
We are invited to view them in there neon green fish tank
And the city murmers and babbles and they are alone and small
Are they nursing their dreams in a down town city diner?
Do they have hope?
2 George Bellows- The Lone Tenement
We stand beneath the bridge
We are not part of New York
Light cascades here to
And what we/they are building is unfinished
When it is finished the litter men will come
Clean us away
And business men will make money in the new tenement
The river is a silver sash of hope
Its dark under the bridge
Stick ants in the urban undergrowth
3 James Whistler- Battersea Bridge (nocturne in blue and gold)
The light saturates
For the smog sexual ly blue
This light dreaming
A nose flattened against a city door
We’ll build everywhere
Until the blue light sanctifies the river Thames Battersea Bridge
And Golgatha Babylon Alexandria