I visited the Dalí exhibit again, this time with a poet friend who hosts the radio show melodically challenged on WRAS. Her program broadcasts on Sundays from 2:00-4:00 in the afternoon, and features poets reading their own works, along with music that enhances the show’s theme. One of the more recent playlists highlighted poems about birds, or poems that include birds. I intend to tune in this Sunday.
It was fun to walk through the exhibit a second time. At my friend’s suggestion, we used the audio tour as we progressed through the halls, and we ended up finding out a lot that would have gone unnoticed had we merely meandered along on our own. One interesting aspect the curators brought out was how Dalí experimented with how he applied his medium to the surface–he used a loaf of bread, his mustache, a rhinoceros horn (which he equated with the unicorn, a symbol of virginity), and an octopus. He also shot paint pellets out of a gun, a technique he dubbed “bulletism.”
I also found out why he was kicked out of the Surrealist movement: with Marcel Duchamp’s blessing he included a painting with religious iconography in a Surrealist exhibit, a theme the surrealists rejected. So he was ousted. The title of this exhibit is Dalí, The Later Works, a time period that until recently has not been admired by art critics, maybe because of the religious nature of the pieces. I did read, however, that Dalí declared himself a “Catholic without faith,” and that he did not believe in miracles.
I’ve already written two drafts of poems in response to his paintings. This summer has been very contemplative for me. I’ve been reading After by Jane Hirschfield and studying Buddhism, meditation, yoga. All the mind work, plus lap swimming, to calm my inner waters.
Even though I want to be at peace, I’m very drawn to the zany world of Da Da, Surrealism, and dreams. I keep thinking that if I remember my dreams and explore the images the meaning of everything will fall into place. A pretty illusion.
5 thoughts on “Dali and Poetry”
sounds like a great exhibition. Dali was definitely a unique artist. the poetry show sounds great too. have a wonderful day.
Sounded like an intriguing course of study until I put my specs on and saw that the item was lap SWIMMING. Anyhow, one story has it Dali’s wife bullied him into all the trashy stuff. At his best he was a master craftsman and arguably the best Christian religious painter of the Twentieth Century.
You’re right, Bob, swimming is not something one studies. I will revise. I did swim a mile and a half today, however. And while I swam I studied the black line down the center of the lane.
Naquility, thanks for stopping by! You should tune in to the broaddcast!
That’s not what I meant. That’s not what I meant at all.
Hi Christine–Love the “new” blog.
I love Dali, though several “serious” artists I know, don’t like him(for his self-promotion, etc..)
How incredibly cool that his visions are playing into/tapping into, your own. 😉
Sweet Surrealist Dreams, baby, 😉