Tuesday, May 11, 2010


(Public Domain photo from animalvoice.com. The painting I describe in the poem below is not in the Public Domain, but maybe it's better to see an image of the subject that doesn't even try to prettify it.)

One of those hideous paintings you see
In a bar or a barbecue joint, that
The owner adores and paid a big fat
Price for, by a name in the industry

Some folks call “Bullfight Art.” The matador’s
In white, cape red as the bull’s blood, which we
See spread across his broad black back, set free
From veins by banderillas in each shoulder.

The cape’s a blur, trailing white lines behind
It, a nod to Impressionism. For
Art’s sake, the bull’s head lowers, aiming toward
The cape, although his tormentor’s nearby.

The man’s the center of the scene. His grace
At murdering belies his tranquil face.

--© 2010 by Jack Veasey

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  1. I absolutely love this piece! Such a strong ending; I like how you build up to it. The portrayal of the brutality is done so well. I can imagine the painting without even seeing a picture.

  2. Thank you. I wish I could show the painting, but I'd have to ask permission -- and I don't think the artist would like my opinion on the subject!