POEM TO DELACROIX

To generate text for "test" posts while creating this blog, I cutnpasted from some "caption-poems" inspired by some of Max Gimblett's lovely paintings. Each title also is the title of a Max Gimblett painting. I'd delivered this with slides of Max's paintings at a presentation on Ekphrasis (with Archie Rand and John Yau) at Asia Society, NYC, a few years back. Here's another one doing duty as a test post:

POEM TO DELACROIX

You don’t need to wear saffron robes to believe: gold is consciousness. Not a symbol for. Is the embodiment. Thus, the photographer finds it impossible to capture the alchemical surface of a painting without also portraying his reflection. (Is that the scent of jasmine you and I suddenly share as the storms linger outside?) Had the photographer manipulated the image to delete the shadowy sign of his presence, he would have compromised purity into a false definition of encaustic. While at it, consider the black curve. It can be a perfect circle if you open. If you transgress. If you open. If you