Magic Realism
I grew up amidst
In art school
The new passion for the abstract
Matching Andy Warhol’s penchant for
The real
Paul Anka
Singing a grade
Above
Me
The ordinary
A million Marilyn Munro’s
After the Fall
I love the Group of Seven
The Canadian genius painters
Heavy globs of paint
Strewn upon
Nature
Oil paint kills
Sure
One of them drowned himself
For no reason
Andy Warhol
Showed the killing car accidents
That construct our Time
Crash Body Double The Fly
David Cronenberg
My university film class
Squirming
With the shock
Of the Real
Visiting speaker
Didn’t know the topic
Injuries in car accidents’
Matched only by those achieved
In the heights of maddened war
The lady strangely beautiful
Struck unknowingly in the midst of a smile
Her beautiful smiling body over the pavement
You have to see it to believe it
The artist lady
Who hoisted herself down from the ceiling
To have
Breakfast
Totem Pole honey
I feel like I was born
To say this
Just born
To be your baby
Being deaf
Helps
I can tell
You
And always the poet
Is summoned
Where he doesn’t want to go
The Death of Wolfe
For me the most entrancing painting
Ever
Ever I tell you
The greatest love story
The movie
Black Orpheus
You know
Where the guy
Who is supposed to trust
The girl
Doubts her
For a second
And looks back
The Devil intrudes
And so we have
The Death of Wolfe
An English French story
Related by an American
From Pennsylvania
I admit I never bought
The 9-11 story
But after Kennedy
What could be worse
My original subject
In this poem
Is Magic Realism
which I love dearly
I love the pinpoint detail
Such a relief after Abstract Art
With its fishy moves
But just yesterday
I understood my doctrine
Of movement
Don’t catch the details
Catch the movemen
My favourites
Are the super real cartoons
Woman
Huge tear forming in her eye
I should have loved him
Or you know
The movie
Mulholland Drive