Guernica - Poem About Picasso's Famous
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| Guernica it’s crooked as it wants to be, but you ask, ‘Pablo, why?’ your masterpiece lay in each cube that ruined some blue life but ah, the horses’ heads (imbued in their own riders’ gore) may just as well be fording red, high rivers to the shore the order of the lost all spin and light throughout our state incendiaries toward our love— each hit or miss, a fate to smoke us out and shoot us in our streets without a thought still all their horses, all their men can’t learn what each loss taught the heart wants what it wants, and some will kill for what they see yet, still we march through war and taste the mud, the blood and mead our painted boots of blue and grey step certain till we die and if you drive through crookedness, be sure to find out why Written by an author whose internet handle is WurlitzerEP |
Here is a unique poem that doesn't quite fit the
standard format of most of the love, relationship,
and break up poems found on this site. After you
are done reading, scroll down to the bottom to
ready the author's reasoning behind this poem and
how it fits the "love" format.
standard format of most of the love, relationship,
and break up poems found on this site. After you
are done reading, scroll down to the bottom to
ready the author's reasoning behind this poem and
how it fits the "love" format.
WurlitzerEP's explanation and translation of this poem :
Just ran across your site randomly and thought I'd submit a poem I wrote a few
years ago. It's a metaphor drawing from Picasso's mural Guernica, which
depicts a lot of nebulous violence, but the topic of my writing indeed originated
from love.
Guernica is a monumental painting by Pablo Picasso depicting the carnal
wake of the Nazi German bombing of Guernica, Spain by twenty-eight
bombers, on April 26, 1937, during the Spanish Civil War. The Spanish
government commissioned Pablo Picasso to paint a large mural for the
Spanish display at the 1937 World’s Fair in Paris. Originally planned as a
celebration of modern technology, the Paris World’s Fair instead received a
sobering reminder of the damage dealt when technology exceeds prudence.
Sixty-seven years later, my personal microcosm underwent a profoundly
stressful change, a personally violent event also facilitated by technology. I kept
telling myself that I couldn’t call this experience unfair. It’s like looking at
Picasso and saying, “It’s crooked.”
Just ran across your site randomly and thought I'd submit a poem I wrote a few
years ago. It's a metaphor drawing from Picasso's mural Guernica, which
depicts a lot of nebulous violence, but the topic of my writing indeed originated
from love.
Guernica is a monumental painting by Pablo Picasso depicting the carnal
wake of the Nazi German bombing of Guernica, Spain by twenty-eight
bombers, on April 26, 1937, during the Spanish Civil War. The Spanish
government commissioned Pablo Picasso to paint a large mural for the
Spanish display at the 1937 World’s Fair in Paris. Originally planned as a
celebration of modern technology, the Paris World’s Fair instead received a
sobering reminder of the damage dealt when technology exceeds prudence.
Sixty-seven years later, my personal microcosm underwent a profoundly
stressful change, a personally violent event also facilitated by technology. I kept
telling myself that I couldn’t call this experience unfair. It’s like looking at
Picasso and saying, “It’s crooked.”
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