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Ekphrastic Challenge Responses: Mark Rothko

8/16/2019

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Untitled (Black on Red, 1957), by Mark Rothko (USA, b. Latvia) 1957.


the differences subtle

how to gauge darkness?

little separation
between what is
and what could be

or from what is outside,
where there is no promise
of light, the darkness

expanding, nothing
excluded, leaving us
companions in this future:

everything is darkness

Ken Gierke

Ken Gierke is a retired truck driver who enjoys kayaking and photography, but writing poetry brings him the most satisfaction.  Primarily free verse and haiku, his poetry has appeared at The Ekphrastic Review, Amethyst Review, Vita Brevis, and Eunoia Review, as well as at Tuck Magazine, and can be seen on his blog: https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com.

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Memories and Rothko’s Black and Red

The Rothko Black on Red, 1957 invites me to free associate. I have no direct connection with this untitled painting, but I’m hooked on it. It invites Stendhal and also connects me somehow with my Latvian piano student and the Latvian composer I met in New York who played the flute - yes, his name returns: it was Arnold. We performed works together at the tiny Music Settlement School at which I taught for seven years. 

Where have those Latvian melodies gone? Do they linger still, echoing from the walls of the small performance hall the school contained. Its little stage, two steps up may not have had a window opening onto the back street, (it’s unlikely a stage would have a window) but that back street was important. The wealthy of the neighborhood lived along the front street, hard-working Chinese and Spanish immigrants lived on the back street. 

The poor were welcomed as heartily by our music director as the well-to-do. I remember how one Suzi W. developed as a violinist, ultimately inheriting the director’s European-made violin. I met the student later, an adult, performing in an ensemble on a more elegant stage in NYC, having achieved, having endured the demanding and screaming lessons the director gave.

But here are those children, some grappling with their instruments more eagerly than others; often, the “privileged” discarding the privilege and demands of performance more quickly than the back-street-kids, all eager and pounding at their drums, often expressing their delights in raw form. So here, then, is the red and the black, or the black on red as Rothko would have it. The contrasts, the struggles, the attaining.

The drama of Rothko’s works is transferred into my personal memory canvas. I don’t know how that transfer occurred, but now i feel more closely linked to this work; I have delved into my past, that past with its dramatic musical explosions and explorations, both my own, and those that occurred within the young children. 

“True drama is a narrative structure involving the reversal of fortune, or at least some sense that this reversal has happened or can happen, and though drama is possible in an abstract painting, it requires specific elements.” Thus wrote a reviewer of Rothko’s work. I sense the reversal, the possibility that things can go either way, toward healthy development, perhaps, or toward cowardly refusal. It’s all there in his canvas.

Carole Mertz

Carole Mertz studied music at Oberlin College in Ohio,  in New York, and in Salzburg, Austria. She taught music throughout her thirty plus years in New York City. She publishes bits of memoir on various online sites and enjoys visiting the ekphrastic review for its ongoing challenges and stimuli. Her first poetry collection Toward a Peeping Sunrise is forthcoming from Prolific Press in October. It includes one ekphrasis on Renoir. 

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Pondering Rothko During Acupuncture

I lie still under the needles,
a motionless hour of subtraction,

my body drifting free from pain.
The surprise of two black rectangles,

islands in a sea of red, stretches
my mind’s tableau: Rothko’s Black on Red.

I once sought solace from deep angst 
in Houston’s Rothko Chapel.

His late '60s paintings starkly black.
Only whispers of green and maroon.

He took himself out of the world
before they were hung. Though Black on Red,

painted in 1957,
still vibrates with lifeblood. These needles

cannot pulse the chi, an energy
to illuminate this man’s visions,

his early life in Russia,
a displaced person in New York.

Did he feel he had lost a mother
tongue, a country? Did the slow

drain of bright colours, finally red,
from his canvases—the dominance

of black— paint him into grief’s
clutches? An abyss the only option?           

Sandi Stromberg
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Sandi Stromberg served ten years on the board of Mutabilis Press, a Houston-based press dedicated to serving the poetry community in the region. She was guest editor of its anthology, Untameable City: Poems on the Nature of Houston, which the Houston Chronicle recommended in 2017 as one of 10 best books about the city. 

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Black and Red                                                                      
 
If twice qualifies as warning in a wind of wings
blackbirds do not like competition when you walk
along reeds in a red sweater.
 
The dulled black of a steam engine as the sun sets
over the Sangre de Cristo range is illuminated
as if an annunciation.
 
In the marsh, holly blanketed by berries is strung
with seaweed that dried in branches
after the storm of my youth.
 
A cardinal calls. A cardinal calls. 
 
Kyle Laws
 
Kyle Laws is based out of the Arts Alliance Studios Community in Pueblo, CO where she directs Line/Circle: Women Poets in Performance. Her  collections include Ride the Pink Horse (Stubborn Mule Press, 2019), Faces of Fishing Creek (Middle Creek Publishing, 2018), This Town: Poem of Correspondence with Jared Smith (Liquid Light Press, 2017), So Bright to Blind (Five Oaks Press, 2015), and Wildwood (Lummox Press, 2014). With six nominations for a Pushcart Prize, her poems and essays have appeared in magazines and anthologies in the U.S., U.K., Canada, and France. Granted residencies in poetry from the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art (MASS MoCA), she is one of eight members of the Boiler House Poets who perform and study at the museum. She is the editor and publisher of Casa de Cinco Hermanas Press.

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Untitled

They say it isn't art. They say it's too simple, 
even a child could do such work. I look at the 
squares, contemplate their meaning, the way

they juxtapose, the way the colors complement 
yet contrast, then ask them without scorn, "Tell 
me, what to you is art?" Then without hesitation
say, "the tragedy of love", watch the colours run.

Dan Franch

​An American abroad, Dan left his hometown near Chicago in 1994 and has since lived in five different countries. His poems and other writings have appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, Luxembourg Times, Issa's Tidy Hut, Jerry Jazz Musician, CLEW, and Verse-Virtual.

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​atomz

this red window frame
exposes a living room
to breathless night visions

horrific absence
lurks beyond these panes
stuffed full with colourless fields

outside we evaporate
in the end countless atoms
prove we're not alone

Jordan Trethewey

Jordan Trethewey is a writer and editor living in Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. Some of his work found a home here, and in other online and print publications such as Burning House Press, Visual Verse, CarpeArte Journal and Califragile. His poetry has also been translated in Vietnamese and Farsi. To see more of his work go to: https://jordantretheweywriter.wordpress.com

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Two Booths, Red Floor
 
Back booth,
three share a dark square
bordered by red floor
heads blurred at the top.
 
The man had asked
her and her mother
a question.
 
Front booth,
the owner calculates busily
on a keypad
blue dots of gas
meekly lighting his table.
 
His one hand punches numbers.
His other stretches across
a pinch of red floor by rote 
refilling their glasses.
 
No one comes or goes.
 
What was the question? she asks.
Are you lonely? he repeats as if tired.
They hold onto their dark places. 

Janice Bethany

Janice Bethany a part-time professor in Houston, Texas, who recently published in The Ekphrastic Review. 

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Rothko
 
“Untitled” – an invitation
to share, collaborate, decide
what this art means, how it feels –
at least on this day ­–
at least to you.

Or maybe a dare.
It worked. You stopped –
not like a typical Don’t Get It
rushing by, afraid of any
syncopation in the status quo.

Wrap yourself in hot red.
Shiver against blue prickles.
Are you afraid to face what lurks
in the dark or ready to throw
open the window?  Perhaps
the blurred edges remind you
of your fading life.

Still confused? Don’t worry.
Something has shifted.
You’ve begun to talk back.

Alarie Tennille

Alarie Tennille graduated from the University of Virginia in the first class admitting women. She’s now lived more than half her life in Kansas City, where she serves on the Emeritus Board of The Writers Place. Her latest poetry book, Waking on the Moon, contains many poems first published by The Ekphrastic Review. Please visit her at alariepoet.com.

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Soot & Ashes

He rose from the fog 
of childhood – out of 
the time of ashes.

It was thought he brought
“good luck” to every house,
without malice or favour.

Each time,
his arrival would ring 
through the building.
Dressed all in black
from top hat to shoes,
to the wire brushes slung over
his shoulders, his face rimmed
in coal dust smudged by his work,
always, his teeth and eyeballs 
a gleaming chalk-white.

Chalk-white
like his signature on the bottom
step of the house: the date,
his initials and the simple sketch 
of a ladder – its chalk luminous.

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How memory waylays me
in front of this painting.
Tall like a man, wide like two,
its commanding red rectangle
both avian and ecclesiastical red.

Looking closely, I stumble 
over two rectangles, 
soot-black, softly scrumbled,
spontaneous, yet tentative
as they try to cover up
an earlier blue – 
almost, but not quite –
hope glimpsed, 
but not trusted. 

Right there, you can see
the brush break off 
like an unfinished thought,
start again, less convinced
this time, blue hope
shrinks to the margins,
               and ashes spread.
    
Barbara Ponomareff

​Barbara Ponomareff lives in southern Ontario, Canada. By profession a child psychotherapist, she has been delighted to pursue her life-long interest in literature, psychology and art since her retirement. The first of her two published novellas dealt with a possible life of the painter J.S. Chardin. Her short stories, memoirs and poetry have appeared in various literary magazines and anthologies. At present, she is translating modern German poetry.

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​so light the match 

tonight
there will be no rest

not while black knots
sink into my core

you i 
i you 

in the end where
there is only oblivion 

in the end where
i become death 

where i trap you under
my soot-sullied boots 

where the only word
i breathe is blaze 

within the fire 
within the fire 

to start again 

within the fire
within the fire 

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz is an award-winning poet and visual artist who lives in Centerville, Ohio. You can learn more about her via: www.tiffanyshawdiaz.com.

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August

When summer day temps
hit the red zone,
my head buckles over
under blocks of deep depression.
Dark pain wreaks havoc 
with nerves, sinus, stomach,
roiling my whole system with regret
for having stepped outside.

Once, once only did August heat presage joy,
the day our daughter entered the world.
Red hot the day, deep the pain;
that joy sustains me.

Joan Leotta

Joan Leotta is a writer and story performer. When she is not sharing stories on page and stage, you can find her at the beach looking for shells. She loves putting words to art and has written often for The Ekphrastic Review, Visual Verse and other ekphrastic-oriented journals and contests.

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Inches Away 
 
Stand eighteen inches away — it’s not about the colour, 
colour’s merely an instrument, it’s about the experience.
Mark Rothko created in large format to engulf, astonish
 
the viewer. Transcendent in nature, his work expresses
human emotion — Joy. Struggle. Ruin. — where layers
of paint evoke the unknown, invite intimacy,
 
as broken and sweeping strokes build surface rhythm.
Like prayer, focus can open pathways to sacredness.
There’s devotion in examination,
 
reverence in awareness — to observe a rose, study its
crimson-depths, to hold the soil of ebony-earth, inhale
its bounty, to honour my dad’s words — Smell the dirt!
 
It’s about the experience — to feel, be in the moment,
to be inches or centimeters away — to immerse oneself,
to Take it. All. In.

Jeannie E. Roberts

Jeannie E. Roberts has authored six books, including The Wingspan of Things (Dancing Girl Press, 2017), Romp and Ceremony (Finishing Line Press, 2017), Beyond Bulrush (Lit Fest Press, 2015), and Nature of it All (Finishing Line Press, 2013). She is also author and illustrator of Rhyme the Roost! A Collection of Poems and Paintings for Children (Daffydowndilly Press, an imprint of Kelsay Books, 2019) and Let's Make Faces! (author-published, 2009). Her work appears in print and online in North American and international journals and anthologies. She holds a B.S. in secondary education, an M.A. in arts and cultural management, and is Poetry Editor of the online literary magazine Halfway Down the Stairs. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, you can find her drawing and painting, or outdoors photographing her natural surroundings. 

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Through the Window

Of the moon
rising in darkness,
of the un
seen but felt--
of the turning that waits and
gradually dies--
Of shadows
scattered by the sun,
hidden by
the day and
yet lingering behind the
veil--quiet, a ghost
Of sleepless
ness and borders that
remain un
crossed, and un
crossable—of the sudden 
stillness falling through--
Of blood drawn
unwillingly—spilled
and taken
away—lines
disintegrating, empty--
the vast other side

Kerfe Roig

Kerfe Roig: "Mark Rothko is a painter of portals.  Ekphrastic poetry explores the places between image and words in a similar way, as I try to do in relating my image art to my word art, often using the work of others as inspiration.  You can see more of my explorations at my website http://kerferoig.com/ and on my blogs https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/ (which I do with my friend Nina) and https://kblog.blog/"

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Wednesdays in New York City

A Wednesday.
It had to be a Wednesday
summer in New York City
sun bright, nimbus dark
fierce wind then calm
endless desert to multiform
furtive heart, cleansed soul
fearful smile alongside tears
no laughter, not here.

Red Admiral on rose petals
scarlet rims to black foreground
en route to stinging nettles
another chapter, a bossa nova
massed ovum under leaves
free day on the horizon
it had to be a Wednesday
late February 1970.
A Wednesday.

Alun Robert

Born in Scotland of Irish lineage, Alun Robert is a prolific creator of lyrical verse achieving success in poetry competitions in Europe and North America. His poems have featured in international literary magazines, anthologies and on the web. He is particularly inspired by ekphrastic challenges.
5 Comments
Carole Mertz
8/16/2019 08:43:29 am

Kyle Laws, it's beautiful the way you put us there into the scene viewing the Sangre de Christo range. I like the surprise of the 9th line, and then the repeat calls of the cardinal. We are hearing and seeing the red and the black. I want to learn more about the work you do.

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Kyle D Laws link
8/17/2019 09:14:30 am

Carole, thank you so much for your comments! So specific! I post links to a lot of my work on Facebook. Recently, I have made them public, but before... I have two books out in the last year: Ride the Pink Horse from Stubborn Mule Press and Faces of Fishing Creek from Middle Creek Publishing, available from both the presses and Amazon. Both of those books have an ekphrastic bent, but responding to literature. Links to collections before that are on my website. Send me a friend request if you're on Facebook.

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Janette Schafer
8/21/2019 08:50:08 am

So many great poems with this deceptively simple selection of artwork. Kerfe’s poem deeply resonated with me this morning and I know I’ll carry these words through my day.

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d. ellis phelps link
8/31/2020 07:27:28 pm

I found this magazine thanks to Sandi Stromberg whose poignant poem is featured here, one for which she was nominated "Best of the Net." Kudos, Sandi! & Congratulations to the editors of this lit mag. It's good to see you here with such excellent contributions to the literary arts!

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Sandi Stromberg
9/22/2022 01:23:47 pm

Thanks d. ~~ I'm just seeing this comment and greatly appreciate it! Since you wrote, it, our paths have begun to cross in the most suprising ways!

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