Dear Gustav

By Ewan

Tue, 24 Mar 2009
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Who is Judith?
I am not jealous:
who am I to feel
such an emotion?
Must she too wear
the gold and glass?
And her, the one
from the club in the
Sperlingsgasse?
I am not jealous,
merely curious.
Ah, and the kiss;
who glitters in gold
with my Gustav?
Still you paint them,
these others, with
your living brush
that your Adele
has held tight with
her own hand, ring
turned stone inward.
I am not jealous,
merely dying.

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Submitted by lenchenelf on
Possibly Klimt? Cracking stuff from you as usual :-)atb L

 

Submitted by Ewan on
Yes, that's the fellah: he never wrote much about his art. I believe there is only one brief essay (or something) "Commentary on a non-existent self-portrait" (great title)- a quote from which is: "I have never painted a self-portrait. I am less interested in myself as a subject for a painting than I am in other people, above all women...There is nothing special about me. I am a painter who paints day after day from morning to night...Whoever wants to know something about me... ought to look carefully at my pictures."

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Submitted by bosch on
Ewan: A good piece about a visually lush painter, and Adele. Perhaps eliminate the last question and sharpen the immediacy, perhaps Ah, and the kiss; who glitters in gold with my Gustav? You paint them, these others, with your living brush that your Adele has held tight with her own hand, ring turned stone inward. I am not jealous, merely dying. You're a fertile, and facile fellow. Swep