Wassily Kandinsky’s Defense at the (Imaginary) Tribunal of Degenerate Artists
Yellow’s unstitching itself from the sun
— Kathleen Fraser
So you’d like me to connect the dots.
I was born too early to be a language poet, and I couldn’t have known Mr. Pollock.
Let’s take a look at one of my early works, “The Night,” from 1907.
The black that is not a being
backing up the black that is being
dots forming the outline, then filling in . . .
How do I know how close to come without re-entering the void?
The answer is simply that I had access to the seamstress’ muslins,
used her patterns to measure the torso, the waist, the width of the shoulders.
That said, all of this information internalized leaves me free to apply
the pigment in a manner you seem to find capricious, degenerate, even.
Mick Jagger, please meet Kathleen Fraser, I’d be happy to give you
pointers in your own presentations to the (imaginary) tribunal.
What part of black on black do you not understand?
Slip on a pair of glasses that magnify, perhaps you will find yourself in Paris,
on top of the Eiffel Tower surveying the city below, flashes of yellow on black.
Whether you find human figures or buildings, my dots are there to signify.
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