Kiefer Lights a Big Cigar
& waves the heavy machinery into place
He rearranges the rubble
speaking whichever language suits the occasion
He & Tony saunter through a tunnel in the South of France
“It’s my gesture” is what he says about his art
His use of lead & straw reminds me of a Jack Gilbert poem
Kiefer & Werner Herzog must never meet
If they have, they must never admit it
(When Gerhard Richter met Stockhausen
neither one was left unscathed)
Kiefer carries the weight of the world on his shoulders
& shakes it off with a flick of his cigar
—Klipschutz
The Poet’s Garden
Without these words, without these needs,
how much simpler life would be: free
from invidious and irrelevant comparisons,
resentful longings, and obscurely realized
self-actualizations: a life less whole,
a lifeless hole… but a destiny, at last,
within my control – striving
only towards resignation,
a worthy goal.
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