PICTURE POEMS by Manuel Kneepkens

Table of contents:
Beckman (1) - Beuys (5) - Botticelli (3) - Boymans-Van Beuningen (9) - Chagall (4) - de Chirico (10) - Van Dongen (12) - Ensor (8) - Miró (13) - Picasso (2) - Vermeer (14) - da Vinci (7) - Westerik (6) - Zadkine (11)

Translation in progress:
Bruna - Dali - Daumier  - van Gogh (2x) - de Goya - Jonas - Kahlo - Koch - Moesman - Mondriaan - Ono - Rembrandt - Rothko - Rousseau - Rubens


-1- Max Beckman

Max Beckman 'Quappi in pink'

Quappi

Oh, Quappi, who still visits
the self-painted twilight of our attic studio
with its neglected pots of geraniums
& roof-gutters, pale with hunger, high above the Rokin

we are dead after all

Never again our bodies, naked as ginger
under the linen, dead, from our bed
with a view of the grey-silver skull
of the Munt Tower

we are dead after all

Never again your hair style angularly cut
ivory-black
like music from the Dreigroschenoper

like that of Cabaretdanseuses, half-naked
in the late Weimar Republic

O, Quappi, never more our entartet
desire
of artist to artist's model

and of artist's model
to artist...

we are dead after all!

was signed:

Max Beckman

Max Beckman 'Quappi in blue'





-2- Pablo Picasso

Pablo Picasso 'Minotaur kneeling over sleeping girl'

Picasso

The Minotaur 
is a fibber 
from Crete 
Just ask 
Pablo 
Picasso 

Who signs 
for it! 

Crete, where the sun touches
the beards of laughing people, drinkers
lovers, exuberant!

And also, near the coast
over each other snouts tumble
the dolphins, the Boon Companions
of the Mediterraneans, sponge-pickers 

who dive, with open, astonished eyes
along octopus & sea anemones
 & the surrealistic mother-of-pearl of shells

Sadly, that Crete is a Cretan lie
it denies, pigheadedly, the dark side of Crete
(and thus also of Pablo Picasso)

the cubist labyrinth of the monster Minotaur
from whom I wished to escape
I
   
   I
          C
   A
          R
   U
         S

a sunny boy with wings / of incapacity

Pablo Picasso 'The fall of Icarus' 1958






-3- Sandro Botticelli

Sandro Botticelli 'The birth of Venus'

Botticelli

Venus proudly shows her nude photos:

''Look, how chaste I arise
here
from a shell of  amazement!

more chaste even
than Marilyn Monroe
on her subway grid

in 'The seven year itch'!''

then the sea cucumbers laugh, roar and  shriek:

''Dumb Blond!
that's not a still from a movie
that's a Sandro Botticelli!''

Next they descend, those neon-
illuminated
of faded Meisner Porselain

merciless

one after the other
in Venus' vulnerable
deep-pink anemone

Gang bang
on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean


Sandro Botticelli 'The birth of Venus'  (detail)


Ode to Sandro Botticelli
(Kiev National Art Museum)





-4- Marc Chagall

Marc Chagall - The poet Reclining - 1915


Marc Chagall The Poet Reclining

His head lies rolled onto the grass
like one from a guillotine block /

A pine-tree strikes twelve
Beneath it  grazes a horse, snow-white

also a (spooky) piglet
We are writing in 1915

And he is so stretched out, the poet
so stretched out.....

His dress-
shoes might yet go to the frontline

See, how in his sleep
his marble hand goes to his throat

a strangling hold!
He dreams! He dreams the truth:

A screaming, as white as a f r o n t
surgeon's glove. But who is listening?

What is stiller than this cadavre exquis
lying on the other side of the Meuse

in his tunic, grey as a bin-
liner, unwieldy and blood-covered
smelling of  decay

the crowd in London on Trafalgar Square
cheering

dead still, on photographs
sepia

for the false
peace
of Armistice Day?


Marc Chagall - Young girl on a sofa Mariaska - 1907






-5- Joseph Beuys

Joseph Beuys 'Coyote'


Beuys

The artist is a
 coyote

His tongue is stuck
under the Empire State
building

Manhatten should be
pushed into the sea

The artist is a
coyote

Shy as a dog
he barks at the moon

who hears it


 I'm standing on my head, Manhattan
I'm standing on my head                 

     Look, they are unbeatable, the hunters
of the western Hemisphere!            
White is their mushroom                

                 Look, I'm the sound that's beside their silence 
          Silence sings the praises of my headdress

 Silence splits my skull                    

Twin towers....Twin towers....          

like an aeroplane                          

that                                             

crashes                                       

upwards                                       

Joseph Beuys 'Hirschkuh'






-6- Co Westerik

Co Westerik 'Cut by grass'


Co Westerik 90

Lover, your vulnerability
only covered by skin
so the painter lets you

in clear distemper
float over jade landscapes
you don't get backing

on razor-sharp grass
-in front of whose wrinkled
feet

mowed?

he lets you cut your finger(s)

pain
with open eyes
there is no other future

so you must paint
like dancing
on medieval shoes

and drawing..drawing...drawing

in an immaculate white studio

Be careful that Death does not see you...


Co Westerik 'Descending in broad daylight' (drawing)


Co Westerik 'Self-portrait with open mouth'






-7- Leonardo da Vinci

Leonardo da Vinci 'Vitruvius man'

Leonardo da Vinci

He drew the first Butterfly-man

he painted the smile
on the lips of La Gioconda
almost Peacockishly
faint

his drawing-stylus
opened on one butterfly wing
after the other

the Golden Section
of the Heavenly Door to the Universe

behind that he peeped at
the Angels'
innocence of their nudity


and he even succeeded capturing in mirror-image
the Rorschach of their butterfly God

butterfly Father  butterfly Mother

butterfly Child

the beginning of all light....

Leonardo da Vinci 'Mona Lisa'




-8- James Ensor

ames Ensor 1888 - Christ's Entry into Brussels in 1889

The Entry of Christ into Maastricht

On arrival at the railway-station a sign displayed

Strictly prohibited
to enter Maastricht on a donkey

and also on sandals
or in a T-shirt or Bermuda shorts

Mermaid brand!

The Messiah prefers to walk on sandals
As well across the waters as in the Sinai
He prefers to wear Mermaid
It fits Him like a glove!

So, only just out of Station Street
He, the Son of Man, was already arrested
on his - giddy-up! - donkey

And locked up in the Death cell
underneath the Government Building
that Sanhedrin of sanctimonious Maastricht

His sentence: Crucifixion
Time: Good Friday, 15.00 hours
Place: Klevarie (Calvary)

The death cell was overcrowded
among others sat and stared at Him drivelling
that bony giant with Down Syndrome
of Palestinian descent
Bar-Abbas...
A bush ranger, because..... he had robbed an expensive bush!
a Dadarinde
from Eco-parc Gethsemane

Like also Mary Magdalene, a call-girl with syphilis
once the secret mistress
of Pontius Pilate the Twelfth, the Governor of Limburg
But now fallen into disgrace
The world still had no knowledge of the remedy Salversan

She insisted on giving Jesus a blow job
a present for his last hour
the Good Samaritan that she was!

''Well, go ahead, sweetheart, go ahead
just wash after my ejaculation
your pretty little Facebook-lipstick-mouth
in innocence, will you?

cos you, Mary Magdalene
will be with me in Paradise..
and you, Bar-Abbas, will there become King Carnival
in a costume, snow-white
brand: Thabor

As sure as my name is Jesus Christ

Give my regards to James Ensor!''

James Ensor 'Self portrait with masks'




-9- Boymans- Van Beuningen

Aristide Joseph Bonaventure Maillol 'Study for La Mediterranee'

Song of the Boymans-Van Beuningen

I

Clang!

Says the Maillol in the Boymans, the heavily-built
when I smacked  her metal bottom

(You should hear how loudly the sirens roar
red and purple

later on, when I nick the Salvador Dalis.....)

II

From the fragility of her breasts
I steal
the colour of  (almost) nothingness

Stealthily she bends forward
her lap naked as milk

:''Darling.
Have I perhaps also been painted by Van Meegeren?''

Oh, Boy! Oh Boy-
mans! Like Bambi, Delft Blue!

III

Painter, in the kingdom of pleasure
my lap glows red
as on a gouache by Kandinsky

Come on, are not all lovers of the Arts
one
two, three
four
foot-
notes
by a small, white nude of Paul Klee?

Come

let us
dance together on linen!

CLANG! 


Salvadore Dali ' Landscape with a girl skipping rope' 1936


Han van Meegeren 1889-1947 'The supper at Emaus' 1937


Wassily Kandinsky 'Lyrisches' 1911


Paul Klee 'With without heads'





-10- Giorgio de Chirico

Giorgio de Chirico 'The Red Tower' 1913



De Chirico

O, De Chirico! De Chirico

The mediterranian emptiness of your squares
full of shadows
threat

because they come....they come.....hear: they march
singing
la Giovannezza

All lay figures
with a mechanism of death
in their voice

Duce! Duce!

It looks like the burning wind Sirocco
that sweeps out
the local piazzas
with his colossal paintbrush
of Mediterranean heat

like the hot, last
breath

of a painter-without-a face

Giorgio de Chirico 'Self portrait' 1922




-11- Ossip Zadkine

Ossip Zadkine 'The destroyed city'


Zadkine

You, metal figure of destruction

of the horrors of war
one scream

in the centre
of the rebuilded city of Rotterdam
you must stand

not
like the sirens then

far behind

Ossip Zadkine 'Design of a monument for the destroyed city centre of Rotterdam'




-12- Kees van Dongen

Kees van Dongen 'Portrait of Anna de Noailles' (1931 Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam)


Coolsingel
(Poem about a summons)

How he, the Accused, danced up the marble stairs

at that time, at that place, at any rate in Slavenburg's bank building
at any rate on the Coolsingel, at any rate in Rotterdam

over his head a nylon stocking of desire, noise-
lessly

unlocked the safe behind a Van Dongen
at any rate a painter with fashionable colouring

let his kid-glove hand go
through the denominations, the stocks and shares, the bonds

illegal money still belonging to the Comtesse de Noailles

at any rate a demi-mondaine from the Interbellum
at any rate a Lady, dumbstricken by chic...

How he, the Accused, at that time, at that place, on the Coolsingel
at any rate in Rotterdam

opened by force, at the Managing Director's, the carved door
of his sleep, in the pit of his sheets

bang, settled down between HOM and his Mistress, gold-
blond, exhausted _ pubic hair still as if bedewed with pearls

Oh, like on a picture of Utamaro, at any rate a picture
from Ancient - Japan

freezed at that time, at that place on the Coolsingel
at any rate in Rotterdam

two Lady's buttocks and a white Manager's (cocked) hat
to a clear, flowing

S C R E A M

the Accused at that time, at that place defiling
the Milky Way
at any rate the Coolsingel

fled, like a lily-livered dog's tail, at any rate
like a (lurid) purple skeleton

Stone them, break them on the wheel! And nine months
without re-

lief! And be detained during Her Majesty's pleasure!

Portrait of Anna de Noailles around 1890


Edouard Vuillard 'Portrait de la comtesse de Noailles' (1931 Oil on canvas 110 x 126 cm Private collection)




-13- Jean Miró

Joan Miró 'The Tilled Field'

Miró

Miró, who blushes here because of whom?
The star-
fish because of the grace of her nipples?

And everywhere the chirping of cicadas
and ice vendors, aurora: 'Ting!
Ting!'

and laughable, raucous, your landscapes
full of orchards, yellow ochre
and scales
childish playground-yellow & Catalan blue

under the total absence of shadow
apricots sunbathe unexpectedly
in baskets of thirst...

Miró, it's time to die of pleasure
with the sepia from your apples

the wasps of your black

Joan Miró Blue I, II, III, 1961

Joan Miró 'Woman and bird' 1968



-14- Johannes Vermeer

Johannes Vermeer 'Girl with the pearl'

Vermeer

What looks prettier than the 'Girl with the pearl'?

The Milkmaid
who kept her milk not for herself
but shares her breasts, smiling
with the painter, who commits them
to the white of his canvas?

Wrong!

Michelangelo, riding pillion with God
when he suddenly leaves the deep-blue ceiling
of the Sistene Chapel
and dashes into the Universe
- Hup! Hup! - up the Milky Way?

Wrong!

Rembrandt, who admires the Chaste Suzanna
and hisses to the elders behind the bushes:
'And now bugger off!
Away from the point of my pencil!'

Wrong!

The most beautiful painting in the world is

''the Bambi
of
Vermeer''

The Spitter of Van Meegeren. Alas, that is a fraud!

Johannes Vermeer 'The Milkmaid'


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