10.5.13

GG Son of the South PR - Testo critico a cura di Alan Jones


   Paul Russotto                                                                              foto di Arianna Lodeserto
  

POEM FOR PAUL RUSSOTTO
                                              A series of pictures one upon another                                                                     
                                                                   Charles Baudelaire
Chill early morning Paris spring 2013 looking out from a window onto the small courtyard
Hôtel du Dragon three doors up from Cahiers d'Art
Christian Xervos pace editor of books both popular and beautiful
chambre - petit déjeuner - chambre - petit déjeuner
The clouds are moving eastward from the Atlantic
to the indifference of a clear fleur de lis blue sky
halfway to Switzerland where they stop to rest
jumbo cottonballs among the Alps
then to follow after Hannibal and Bonaparte down onto the plains of Lombardy where foreign clouds wed native fog
Across from the window
latticework crosshatching ivy green and crinolated to let the gaze go
beyond adjacent wrought-iron balcony balustrades arabesque kittycorner to the coiled hose
and maritime life-buoy emblem of Paris of painters and of poets fluctuat nec mergitur back to the ivy
overlaying latticework in simultaneous visual cognition
an inevitable geranium on a window ledge
"So here we have these various planes..." I can hear Russotto explaining to the un-
initiated the arcana of painting
while his hands demonstrate cubistic signals at face-level
SCRIPTIONS
JARGONS
GRIBOUILLIS
KRITZELTRIEB
An elevator shaft meets up with a ventilator duct
What poets learn from painters is an open question
Gautier Baudelaire Laforgue Verlaine Apollinaire
"Cavalry Crossing a Ford" a small canvas painted by Walt Whitman
Malarmé chez Manet and the blue-grey skein of smoke still meanders from his cigarillo
(on the Metro the "alarme" is missing an M)
Ezra Pound at El Prado in Madrid memorizing eyes
Ardengo Soffici Futurista alias Stefan Cloud
Robert Creeley nightwatch with Franz Kline at Black Mountain College
The clouds are moving east
over the broken geometry of the metropolis
the clouds from Spleen of Paris
Then look down:
on the skylight's irregular reflection
the clouds are moving in the opposite direction
Over the rectangular patch of glass reminiscent of a painting by Russotto
(vide Study for Restless 1999 gouache on paper)
the clouds are moving
below the smudged charcoal the ivy and the latticework
the grid of windows and the elevator shaft
The vertical oval porthole of the third floor latrine
the arabesques of balcony and the coiled garden hose
the halfhearted pendulum of the cuckoo clock
and the corridor of mirrors and lithographs
cubistic handsignals at face-level
What poets learn from painters
Lawnchairs facing hilltop Todi
Matisse's garden above Nizza
Fanelli's bar a cave of mirrors
What painters know and what poets if they're lucky come to learn
ut pictura poesis
Jacques the painter at Lascaux chatting
with magicians and musicians
"language..." Willem De Kooning saying "in order to sit around all day talking about art"
and there are worse ways for mankind to spend their hours and their years
"La rue Saint Jacques..." Pierre Soulages  is saying "...was dug up
full of ivory tusks the mastodons who lived on Mont Saint Geneviève
the rue Saint Jacques first trampled down by thirsty mastodons
then by painters and their poet friends
coming down to drink in the evening
at the sacred helicoptered waters of the river Seine

                                                                                                        ALAN  JONES   Paris April 2013