September 11, 2016
by Jem Croucher

On our last day in Malaga
it was a cultural day
Leaving early when still cool
to find the castle way
Views of the city from the top
with honeysuckle there
Then down through shaded alleys
Roman columns everywhere
The Museum of Picasso
was the next thing in mind
but Jackson Pollock’s ‘Mural’
was an extra special find
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March 19, 2015
by Ellespeth

Woman Playing Mandolin, Picasso
Maybe I Like Picasso
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November 20, 2012
by suicidallyanonymous
I saw the man in Picasso’s painting.
The tattered soul in vagabond threads
draped in an elegance of despair;
in his steel hands, a dull almond guitar
-like the cowboy boots
you said you’d never take off,
the ones that pronounced your footsteps
with that Texas twang you hated.
For a moment I thought I understood
the melancholy with which the oils
stained the canvas,
they didn’t want to be vandalizing
a murdered tree…
but with the severed finger
of a sandpapered olive branch
and a clump eyelashes,
oil was smeared in precise strokes.
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