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Saturday, 18 April 2009



Joe’s red poppies
on black
have presence

and when I look
at them I know
presence is energy

on a cool surface
a big hot process
inside steady eyes

Flower Painting IV: Joe Brainard, 1967
Blossom: Joe Brainard, 1977


Tom Raworth said...

How could one not miss Joe? "That's me" he said wryly to Val as some asshole walked away at a NY party..."friend of the famous..."

TC/BTP said...


Yes, that was Joe. Neither modest nor shy quite gets it. More like knowing everything without having to pretend it's more than it is, or less...

Elmo St. Rose said...

Joe Brainard, Joe Brainard

from Salem Arkansas