Sunday, February 19, 2017


Love by Alexei Jawlensky, 1925, oil on canvas

"I knew I must paint not what I saw, but only what was in me, in my soul."
-Alexei Jawlensky

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Our Paris

by Donald Fry

Mapped not by miles, kilometers, or rods,
our Paris has no boundaries in space.
Crack the clacking clocks, dethrone the false gods
of eternity. Then, we will deface

their measurements, mass, volume, false extents;
we’ll have no traffic with their stubborn lies;
a bold geometry, our love invents:
angles, arcs, towers – cathedralize!

Their histories unravel into myth,
our myths obtain the strength of history;
and Paris, a golden apple with
this kiss, my Venus, you, my ecstasy.

Parispace, Paristime, Parismass,
our own dimensions will prevail, Alas!