PrinceMyshkin
12-10-2007, 02:24 AM
Picasso, you see, was too busy to be a genius.
He would leave that to the intellectual
nouveaux-riches, the pezzonovanti
with visions of laureates dancing in their eyes!
There was food to be eaten and women to paint
(or was it the other way around?)
and he fell on either of them like the monster sacré
he knew himself to be.
Once he had painted a woman
she would know that she had finally and definitively
been laid, and no other man
would ever possess or satisfy her again.
There was Olga Khoklova of the Ballets Russe
whose body worked in ways that continually fascinated him
and Marie-Therese Walter.
When the two women
happened to meet, for the first time, accidentally, in his studio,
he asked them, “Why don’t you fight for me?”
And so they did,
but neither of them won
because no one ever won Picasso
but Pablo.
Jerry Newman © 10Dec07
He would leave that to the intellectual
nouveaux-riches, the pezzonovanti
with visions of laureates dancing in their eyes!
There was food to be eaten and women to paint
(or was it the other way around?)
and he fell on either of them like the monster sacré
he knew himself to be.
Once he had painted a woman
she would know that she had finally and definitively
been laid, and no other man
would ever possess or satisfy her again.
There was Olga Khoklova of the Ballets Russe
whose body worked in ways that continually fascinated him
and Marie-Therese Walter.
When the two women
happened to meet, for the first time, accidentally, in his studio,
he asked them, “Why don’t you fight for me?”
And so they did,
but neither of them won
because no one ever won Picasso
but Pablo.
Jerry Newman © 10Dec07