Pictures From An Exhibition

Poem By Adrian Henri

(Painting and Sculpture of a Decade 54­G4 Tate Gallery London April­June 1964) No. 54 Jean Dubuffet 'Déclinaison de la Barbe' 1. 1959
'as­tu cuilli les fleurs de la barbe?'
Jean Dubuffet I wander the dark pebbles of your mind
picking beardflowers.

No. 73 Joseph Cornell 'Hotel de l'Etoile'
cool pillars of the hotel/in the
night outside the stars are always
so white/the sky is always so
blue/silver moon waiting patiently.

No. 84 Mark Rothko 'Reds ­ No. 229 x957
SCARLET
ORANGE
ORANGE
ORANGE
SCARLET
CRIMSON
SCARLET


No. 291 Robert Rauschenberg 'windward' 1963
printed oranges are painted
painted oranges are painted
Angry skyline over the gasworks
A Hawk sits brooding inside a painted rainbow.
Nos. 10­13 Josef Albers, Studies for 'Homage to the Square' 1961 – 2
look.
see.

long ago.

now.




No. 314 Bernard Requichot 'Sans Titre ­ Chasse de papiers choisis'
chasse aux papillons:
`Here Be Tygers' –
the fruit in the tin has a thousand eyes.



No. 349 Jim Dine 'Black Bathroom No. 2' 1962
black splashes on the white walls
interrupting the commercials
TURN ON THE GLEAMING WHITE SINK
AND POEMS COME OUT OF THE TAPS!

No. 139 Victor Vasarely 'Supernovae' 1959 - 61




No. So Louise Nevelson 'Sky Cathedral III' 1960
Black
Black
Black
Boxes
Black
Light
Black
Moonlight
Black
Emptiness
Black
Dust
Black
Boxes
Black
Black
Black

No. 247 Richard Diebenkorn 'Ingleside' 1963

Look through the Supermarket window/up the highway
the hill rises steeply/hoardings and magnolias bright
in the sunlight/white walls black freeways traffic signs
at intersections/green lawns dark hedges/colours
clear and bright as the packets in your wire basket.

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