Friday, May 13, 2016
Part Two - The Whitney Museum - Poem: At the Whitney
Eight floors. Called my mom when I got home and told her a bit about the trip. An art lover, she'd gone to the old Whitney. Told her I might see her today, after the film at the Huntingdon Valley Library - Joy. My friend Judy D in Colorado told me it was terrible. That she wanted to walk out.
Most times you don't.
Would YOU see this film?
First stop, THE RESTAURANT on the eight floor.
Four women at the next table asked what I was eating. They'd come from Long Island.
I'd say he's one of the most famous American artists.
Robert Bechtle, born in 1932. He's 83 already. Stay healthy, Bob. Exercise and eat healthy foods, like my morning breakfast.
Ate on the front steps where the birds were chattering away. As we know, they were speaking to one another.
by George Bellows for my daughter Sarah, who won a Golden Gloves boxing award when she was 28. She "liked" it on Facebook.
Photographs were splendid. Wanted to photograph each one.
Paul Robeson, bass singer, played the lead in Emperor Jones by Eugene O'Neill.
Glass House. You can barely make out the house in New Canaan, CT, bc of viewers mirrored in the glass frame.
Diane Arbus photo of woman in hat with a veil.
Arbus lived from 1923- 1971. Took her own life as she suffered from depression, as did her mother.
I asked him what people do wrong that he must look out for.
They touch the paintings, he said.
I commiserated with him about his aching legs. He bathes them when he goes home.
Gotta write a short story for tomro's writing group. Maybe I'll write about her.
Where dyou suppose he shops?
They saw the pigeons in the early morning perform in a light show. Watch video here.
The High Line. Her correct name is Kendra. I thought I might see her.
"It's art," said the relaxed driver. He shook my hand when I got off.
Yesterday was a beautiful day for the trip.
Today is raining.
We didn't have time to visit the gift shop. You can go online to order things. I wanted to postcards but couldn't figger out how to order them.
AT THE WHITNEY
Walk walk walk at Whitney
Tramp over eight floors,
a young Charles Chaplin
what do his eyes conceal?
A ballerina atop the Acropolis
James Dean in cowboy hat aslant
before his departure
Paul Robeson in Emperor Jones
ebony face, gold epaulets
stalked by Hoover, paperwork
scrolling like white draperies
in a dark room by Steve McQueen
terrifying in its ridiculousness
that ruled a frightened nation.
Stop: outdoor sculpture garden
towering above the High Line
with its white birches
huge black starburst-
music - mayhap Telstar?
Ben, black elevator oper-
ator, seated like a hee-yup
wagon driver, relaxed, no
hurry, gliding his "basket"
downward. shakes my hand.
Large woman in billowy white dress
backpack bulging with what inside?
Larry Rivers' mother-in-law, naked
in her bedroom, not one, but two
- Berdie's (her name) - prodigious
bowing breasts, blue veins
everywhere, like back roads
At home my legs throb like
assaults of lightning
as every work, every person
I met today takes up residence
in my interior. We learned
from docent Diane Simon in
Chas. Alston's The Great Migration
that like us, the four figures,
especially Maw, put on a face
for others, a quiet dignity
while inside they/we rage
at life's injustice.