Sunday, July 30, 2006

Pollock's Last Snowflake

The question posed a voluptuous riddle.
Were these frenzied silhouettes
pole-dancing in black and blue
drooling the white slip
the sinewy gestures of Jackson Pollock's dribble?

The answer
coveted in a cracked glass
where crystalline veins erupt
like snowflakes
fatally flirting with windowpanes.

The anonymous physicist found
relying on African fractals
and reflexive theories of self-similarity
(like the infinite peculiarity of the figure 8)
that these calculated drips
were indeed, not authentic.


Blogger floots said...

i really love your style and use of words
but terrified by my lack of physics references
(i did pass my "o" level but that was forty years ago :)
thanks for the visit

8/01/2006 12:42 PM  
Blogger Yasmin Waring said...

Thank you for stopping by Floots! I'm so glad you visited and thank you for the praise.

I'm not a science professional by any means. Just intrigued by it immensely. This poem was actually inspired after reading an article in the New Yorker about a Pollock retrospective. Certain persons tried to pass off some "lost and found" work as his. It was an anonymous physicist whose "fractal analysis" revealed that the drips were not his.

I thought that was fascinating.

Had to do some research for the poem. But I enjoyed it.

Take care and I'll be stopping by frequently.


8/01/2006 5:25 PM  
Blogger Yasmin Waring said...

Oops! I didn't switch my avatar. I'm one and the same. I have different names for different poetry blogs. Just changed my name from Rapunzal to Rappaccini's Daughter this morning.

Thought it was better suited to the themes of this site.

8/01/2006 5:29 PM  
Blogger skelety said...

Hi rapunzal
Great poem... Very well thought through...
I'm afraid that I'm not very good at physics either...

Thanks for sharing this excellent piece with us...

8/03/2006 2:49 AM  
Blogger Yasmin Waring said...

skelety: so glad you visited; a droog indeed! thank you for your kind words; i had a lot of fun flipping the "f's" in this one. i'll be visiting your site again to see more of your funny gruesomeness.

now it's time for my morning moloko.


8/03/2006 7:24 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

The physicist may have been a fraud, but this poem is certainly the real thing!! Enjoyed, whatever aka this is penned under!!

8/09/2006 11:07 AM  
Blogger Yasmin Waring said...

Glad you like it.
And that the aliases aren't a deterrent!

8/09/2006 12:46 PM  
Blogger Yasmin Waring said...

Oh Pat. One gentle note here. It was the physicist who exposed the "Pollock" frauds. No legal action taken. They just quietly went away. Though I suppose, there are those fraudulent physicists out there as well!

8/09/2006 11:06 PM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

I love the word "voluptuous". The fact that you used it in the same poem as "fractal" leaves me in awe. Great work.

8/10/2006 8:42 AM  
Blogger Yasmin Waring said...

Ozy: Me too! I love the word "voluptuous" and don't get to use it enough. But it fit perfectly here! Glad you liked my indulgence!

8/10/2006 4:50 PM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

lol, but are any two fake flakes the same?

8/14/2006 6:31 AM  

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