Dad's Rothko Print

The older I got, the more it made sense.

    <p>When I was a child<br>
    (like, real innocent no-nothing kid)<br>
    I thought it was of the moon.</p>

    <p>Black sky, starless<br>
    encloaks a grey horizon.<br>
    There are details there,<br>
    if you look close enough.</p>

    <p>When I lay dying<br>
    in a mental hospital<br>
    still high<br>
    and certain it was the end,<br>
    that painting covered the backs of my eyelids<br>
    and I dreamed the dream of the dead.</p>

    <p>You see, he put the black <em>over</em> the grey.</p>
<figure>
      <img src="/images/poetry/RothkoBlackGray.jpg" alt="Mark Rothko's 'Black on Grey'" width="258" height="300">
  <figcaption>Mark Rothko, "Black on Grey"</figcaption>
</figure>

2020.10.27 – 2020.12.11

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