The Spectator invited readers to write a poem supposedly from any famous painter to accompany any of his works. I wrote this one. It didn't get anywhere with the Speccie but I still think it says what I feel.
I can't stand the paintings of Francis Bacon and cannot imagine anybody hanging one on a wall. He did a triptych of Lucian Freud (whose paintings are masterly) which sold at auction a week or two ago for $US142 million!
I can't stand the paintings of Francis Bacon and cannot imagine anybody hanging one on a wall. He did a triptych of Lucian Freud (whose paintings are masterly) which sold at auction a week or two ago for $US142 million!
Freud Bacon
I did of old Lucian a triptych
All streaky, distorted and cryptic.
The usual stuff,
Calling Everyone's bluff.
(Must be good if it's so futuristic).
One hundred and forty-two million!
Bought by Rusky? a Yank? or Brazilian?
It's grotesque and distorted,
The buyer's been rorted
By something that's Mephistophelian.
The Emperor's Clothes doesn't rank
With my prank that's been bought by a crank.
My only regret
Is that I didn't get
To take all that bread to my bank!
© DON DONOVAN. donovan@ihug.co.nz
www. don-donovan.blogspot.co.nz or donovan0001.blogspot.co.nz
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