Ode to Bacon

art poem

Art Poem

 

Those faces, blurred and smudged
as if an artist’s finger had passed
over the surface of the paper.
What horrors lurk inside your psyche
so that you see the world in this way?
You gazed at the carcasses of your friends
and perceived nothing but open
wounds bleeding their lifeblood like
so much waste in a refuse dump. Or
like sides of beef hung from meat hooks
in a slaughterhouse; the screaming pope in
his throne of thorns, which you thought
You could do better than the Greek from
Toledo.

 

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extra: Francis Bacon

 

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Sergio Remon Alvarez

Born in Madrid Sergio moved to New York City at a young age. He studied playwriting under Karl Friedman and theater at Purchase College. After college, Sergio moved to Alta, Utah where he was a dish washer, waiter, handyman, ski repairman, firefighter and free-skier. Upon his return to New York City, Sergio has alternately been a bookseller, boxer, painter, translator, graphic artist, jazz musician, and writer. He studied creative writing at Gotham Writer's Workshop, the Unterberg Center for Poetry, the St Marks Poetry Project, and New York University. He currently splits his time living in New York and Madrid. He runs with the bulls in Pamplona.

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