museum piece the illusion of a woman's form-- distant, apparitional-- hovers from behind Plexiglas interpretations and critiques of "art for art's sake." staring from behind a red velvet rope my vision strains under relentless lighting as I try to focus beyond the diffuse wash of mixed pigment. slightly unnerved though I am by my obsessive study of watercolor-suggested bone, muscle and viscera I admit to a surreal fascination with abstract representations of body and possession. I find that realism requires me to suspend my inquiries into condition and experience, and strips the canvas of the allegorical beauty of a spiritual masterpiece. I am not an artist; I do not paint. I am one compelled by a need to look beyond, and so rely on the brush strokes of a seer to provide a glimpse of human understanding.
Josie V. Miranda Cartagena 's Questions:
(In my poetry I like to play with words, stretch meanings, and I try to keep a steady rhythm going throughout the piece.)
My questions are:
1. What do you think I'm trying to "say" in the piece (does the poem make sense)?
2. Does the language work (do specific words or terms seem to not belong or say what you think I'm trying to say)?
3. Is it too self-conscious or "hokey" (is it embarrassing to read)?
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