Showing posts with label The Mag. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Mag. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

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Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist RenĂ© Magritte

I stand
the storm
left me
a shell
covered
by crap
scared for
my wits
I just
can not
face what
has left.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

New Resolution

image by R.A.D. Stainforth






I thought he gave
Up
Last year
He cannot leave
Cigarettes
Resolution
When
Someone close
Bah humbug's
New Year
Bravo
This New Year
Another start
Resolve
Humbug's go.




Copyright © M.J. McKay











Monday, September 17, 2012

Lilting Piquant

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali



the excuse was simple
the night provided the color
lyric blue moons excite and ripple
dance sensuous saunter with no other
than the artist
her tresses bound
by hair gel applied and kissed
together they pound
oblivious to peering vacationists
sitting silent on wooden seats
exterior, spaced by a table
set with rich spicy meats
wishing they were able
to join the lilting
alliteration in dance
their efforts unflattering
best left a silhouette trance.





Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Disccusion


Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch



"Oh I don't know, I'm sure the clothes are okay."

"But white!"

"And a shift."

"It was the last one on the rack."

"You're brave to wear a number like that."

"I'd have to be gassed, to wear gear like that."

"I didn't want to go bare."

"Just touch the fabric, so smooth."

"Be careful!   You've left evidence of your caress!"

"We can't talk about this anymore."

"We need to refresh ourselves, and quick."

"The football final starts in nine minutes."




Sunday, August 26, 2012

House Sitting


Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth 


The clock chimes 
two strikes for the hour
and now that the cobwebs
dust and ash 
from vacant care
are gone
starved for fire's renewal
the warmth of company
a chair pulled close
a good book
my room waits.
 

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Under The Bridge



Mag 131
Under Windsor Bridge, 1912, by Adolphne Valette




He had found the picture on a trash and treasure stall.  It was a copy, he knew that, but it was the bridge.  Janice didn't like the picture, "You shouldn't keep something like that, it will only bring you sorrow."  Janice was big on advise, he usually ignored.  

He could see that she was convinced of her view, there is a look, a stance, and you just know there is no point to argue, the best course in that situation is to take an offensive position.  He had done that, and found that Janice took offence.

The picture stayed with him, no-one but he could understand that the bridge, the place, was where he found and lost the love of his life.