This week’s poem is Picasso’s dogs. I hope it inspires you 🙂
by Pablo Picasso
dogs eat at the night
buried in the yard
they chase the moon in a pack
the white of their teeth
compared to stars
the windows close against them
iron bars in transparency
life closes against them
the morning will crush them to dust
with only the wind left
to stir them up
Born: 25 October 1881, Málaga, SpainDied: 8 April 1973, Mougins, FranceOn view: Museum of Modern Art, Art Institute of ChicagoFull name: Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y PicassoEverything you can imagine is real.Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
This week’s poem is Picasso’s 10 november xxxv. I hope you enjoy it!
Pablo Picasso (25 October 1881 – 8 April 1973) was a Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramicist, stage designer, poet and playwright who spent most of his adult life in France. Regarded as one of the most influential artists of the 20th century, he is known for co-founding the Cubist movement, the invention of constructed sculpture, the co-invention of collage, and for the wide variety of styles that he helped develop and explore. – Wikipedia
This week’s poem is Spanish artist Picasso’s 17 august XXXV.
I hope it inspired you 🙂