Modern Art Note 6: Clyfford Still, PH-125
Say this is molten gold spilled in a hot smelting field
As things could thus be happening.
Say an idol melted down,
its bright blood screeched,
to a great red neuron, threaded and hooked
encrochier, and then new ideas of white
And blue, a yellower than gold
Unravelling, colours showing through
tearing their way in.
Add to the world’s visible things, unheard
the wild sounds imagined
listening to gold.
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