Paul Klee's Ghost Rider Late in the Evening, 1929
Blackness is his base here, that pit that our quaking hearts drive us downward to at night. A Blue Rider, though, he’s held out for what colour he could, a most dark navy blue, that blue to close one’s eyes and sail off into its wild yonder. Wild this guy then who rides in on a horse breathing runes, the two of them made of lines we’d think have been scraped into the black, the way Klee scraped signs into his pale “Pastorale,” but this is no pastorale. It’s Dusseldorf, it’s USA, or anywhere now or then where it’s months from a majority Senate who’d denounce “a Galician Jew.” He found the depth by spattering pigment on the black, and layering on top the wiry white ghost horse and ghost rider, a skinny guy, his arms made sinewy with two extra stripes, who looks backward while riding forth, who holds a staff topped by a flag-- not a white flag, which we could see more easily and would reflect more, but red: in this light, barely visible but clearly rendered by one who believed in rendering. Diane Kendig Diane Kendig’s poetry collections include Prison Terms. A recipient of Ohio Arts Council Fellowships in Poetry and other awards, she has published poetry and prose in journals such as J Journal, Under the Sun, and Wordgathering. She curates the Cuyahoga County library’s “Read + Write: 30 Days of Poetry” website. http://[email protected]/
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