At dVerse Poets Victoria has invited us to take Pop Art as inspiration for a poem.
Image: ‘In Search Of History’ Alexander Kosolapov, 1982 – Sotsart
Note: SOTS-ART Soviet political art, a journey friend of Pop Art which, due to Soviet censorship of the 1970s – 80s, was mostly underground work.
“I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.” Andy Warhol
The One Hidden
The conspiracy of words and time
melds colour to a constancy of grey
like ever present winter clouds
brooding over truth
whatever that might be,
and indeed,
that is the question Pilate asked
non the wiser for a reply,
that certainty as a non-event is,
in truth, a certainty,
where facts like curbs
eventually erode and fritter
revealing the naked and bold-faced
lies of our fathers,
a constructed history by numbers,
O how we walked those grey blocks
seeking lucent hope,
just a glimmer of colour,
a taste of the real,
no, not that capitalist lie, freedom,
it is the one hidden in my breast.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Love this: “where facts like curbs eventually erode and fritter revealing the naked and bold-faced lies of our fathers,”
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Thank you for reflecting on this Ruth, much appreciated.
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I totally agree with Ruth’s meaning. Wonderful done, Paul! Thank you, and best wishes, Michael
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Thank you for sharing that Michael 🙂
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Interesting! Artists will always try to be silenced by powermongers. Glad to learn the Soviet artists were fighting back. Warhol’s quote at the beginning is so depressing. I see the current saturation of marketing images on the internet like that. It’s like a loudspeaker screaming emptiness. The hope is what’s held hidden, in one’s heart. I love that idea, Paul.
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I know what you mean about the Warhol quote. It immediately reminded me of the Deconstructionism discussions in my first graduate school lit seminar.
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I think its pertinent to the way we as humans take things for granted, each other, nature, beauty and so on. We really do need to step back occasionally and refresh.
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Yes. Deconstructing artistic expression into meaninglessness is, well, pointless.
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Yes, just hopeless misery instead of embracing the joy and diversity.
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I share your view Lisa, many thanks for laying bare your thoughts on this. Yes, hope.
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You are welcome, Paul.
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Great verse !
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Many thanks, really appreciate your response.
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I liked “a constancy of grey,” which could be grim or it could be comforting.
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Yes, I like that choice about grey.
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you words perfectly fit with this Egyptian Lenin .. grey and dismal are the lies!
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They sure are, and they continue.
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😦
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Another challenging and deep poem amazingly well written
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Thank you for sharing that
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