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A Poem by Les Murray  

Mariana_Trench_ 50F
1974 posts
7/17/2010 9:59 am
A Poem by Les Murray
Blowfly Grass

The houses those suburbs could afford
were roofed with old savings books, and some
seeped gravy at stitches in their walls;

some were clipped as close as fury,
some grimed and corner-bashed by love
and the real estate, as it got more vacant,

grew blady grass and blowfly grass, so called
for the exquisite lanterns of its seed,
and the land sagged subtly to a low point,

it all inclined way out there to a pit
with burnt-looking cheap marble edges
and things and figures flew up from it

like the stones in the crusher Piers had
for making dusts of them for glazes:
flint, pyroclase, slickensides, quartz, schist,

snapping, refusing, and spitting high
till the steel teeth got gritty corners on them
and could grip them craw-chokingly to grind.

It’s their chance, a man with beerglass-cut arms
told me. Those hoppers got to keep filled. A girl,
edging in, bounced out cropped and wrong-coloured

like a chemist’s photo, crying. Who could blame her
among in-depth grabs and Bali flights and phones?
She was true, and got what truth gets.

Image: One of the famous 'Helga' paintings by American painter Andrew Wyeth. Helga was Wyeth's neighbor, model, and mistress for over 40 years. The erotically charged Helga paintings were discovered when his widow began cleaning out their attic. She had not known till then of the true nature of their relationship.
softandsweet44 79F
4842 posts
7/17/2010 6:37 pm

 I see the movie Great Expectations (1998 version) here.

I love the history that the walls hold.
Wyeths relationship with Hilda is one of mystery
and repugnance. Depending what side of the
moralastic fence one is on, having a
muse and mistress is one for debate. I notice
that many of the painters had someone they
used. Times change. Would a painter today
think of his wife as his muse?

Very interesting post, as always dear!
She broke your throne, she cut
your hair, and from your lips
she drew the Halleluljah.
-Cohen


rm_wellworded 58M
923 posts
7/17/2010 3:17 pm

 A beautiful painting and a wonderful poem...I loved your comment above as it is such a beautiful insight into creation and the myriad of directions and tangents that can occur...hugs and very creative kisses my wonderful friend


rm_stephen19664 58M
1899 posts
7/17/2010 11:58 am
    Quoting Mariana_Trench_:
    Exactly so.

    I was looking at poems about architecture, towers, houses, bridges and so. I came across it. I'm working today on a poem about Saint Barbara and her tower. And about building up and tearing down, razing structures and razing a lover. Rebirth and birth in the material world. Assembly of a soul and of two lovers into one (bridge.) Admittedly, this may end up being more about Saint Barbara, for now. I might do a second poem or series later about architectural metaphors, about various great works around the world. Eiffel Tower, Great Wall of China, Pyramids at Giza - there's a big muddle in my brain, as usual.

    A little secret, whenEVER I am posting the work of any other poet, it's because I found them or revisited them in a research project related to my own writing. So if you see a post like that, it means something next or soon will be relevant.

    I love his use of certain words together like: grip, grind, grit, spit.

    Thank YOU for stopping by!

    MT
..and words like pyroclase, slickensides, schist..I thought you wrote this and I was thinking is she arabic or something..I know of Wyeth, btw, seriously, my brother went to Pratt in Brooklyn and he would reference him a lot.
I, on the other end of the art spectrum, understand and appreciate the hidden mistress thing..kind of beautiful actually..he must have loved his wife so much not to hurt her, so he was smart enough to tell her '..look, when I'm painting Helga, I do not want to be disturbed...by anyone, and this includes you.'..wouldn't fly these days.
Stephen


Mariana_Trench_ 50F
4396 posts
7/17/2010 11:18 am
    Quoting templar_s:
    This poem conjured up images of the movie Grey Gardens, about Jackie Onassis' cousins Big Edie and Little Edie Beale. It's also a clear image of how suburbia appears to be turning in a lot of places. Not a pretty image, but written in very pretty words. Thanks for sharing.
Exactly so.

I was looking at poems about architecture, towers, houses, bridges and so. I came across it. I'm working today on a poem about Saint Barbara and her tower. And about building up and tearing down, razing structures and razing a lover. Rebirth and birth in the material world. Assembly of a soul and of two lovers into one (bridge.) Admittedly, this may end up being more about Saint Barbara, for now. I might do a second poem or series later about architectural metaphors, about various great works around the world. Eiffel Tower, Great Wall of China, Pyramids at Giza - there's a big muddle in my brain, as usual.

A little secret, whenEVER I am posting the work of any other poet, it's because I found them or revisited them in a research project related to my own writing. So if you see a post like that, it means something next or soon will be relevant.

I love his use of certain words together like: grip, grind, grit, spit.

Thank YOU for stopping by!

MT


templar_s 54M
3888 posts
7/17/2010 10:58 am

 This poem conjured up images of the movie Grey Gardens, about Jackie Onassis' cousins Big Edie and Little Edie Beale. It's also a clear image of how suburbia appears to be turning in a lot of places. Not a pretty image, but written in very pretty words. Thanks for sharing.


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