B.Z. Niditch

Show us
in  the mobile
  protean risibility
  of comic oboes
the blue
auras of conceptual
acts overcoming
at opposite lines
           presuming a
  saturnine impasse
of our attic journeys
   from dramatics
easing facility
to laugh at
the  obliquity
of ourselves.
©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on May 23, 2012, in B.Z. Niditch, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. The second of B.Z.’s poems about art, this one about John Cage. Read the first by clicking the link:

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