Barbara Guest

Homage

‘A New Era of the Plastic
Arts has begun.’
— Kiesler

The world
is going upstairs
and some people
of whom Frederick Kiesler
didn’t approve
 
are sitting in the basement.
 
Galaxies galaxies
you are our last jewels
the ones the Czar gave us
and we preserved
in our ateliers
 
Preferring to drive
taxicabs
and knowing
we had a secret
(able to live gracefully
in tenements)
 
We simply waited
a fresh morning
that was bound one day
to open
over the roofs
 
And we see dawn
as a palace.
 
Having in sleep
experienced
original dreams
which now become
an environment
 
So we climb
into it
in the night suit
trusting to place
one foot on
‘the cornerstone of the edifice’
 
No longer
‘traditional’
or ‘isolated’
Whose edges
border on
a scheme
accurate as stone
 
Whose edges
no longer rough
surround us
(on the walks
to commence our future
in another scale)
 
Galaxy I see you hanging
from the ceiling
 
You are our bartered bride
with your grand
comatose
skeleton
 
Because you are edifice
and bestowed on you is
a ‘coat of arms’
 
Which you
regally loan
dividing it
into weightless halves
 
Making your entrances
from the moon
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