THE PASTORAL RECREATION
(after the painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau)
A pastoral scene on the lid of the box a family gathered in breeze-licked light a young girl leans back on an elbow Piping a madrigal, her ivory and turquoise skirt flows over her legs a boy in a white toga dances Legs flashing, leaping his tambourine held high the father, black curls under a straw hat, Rests under the tree, a slight smile on his face gazing at his smallest, a girl of one or two holding her mother’s hands The pieces don’t match the painting the father touches the teen’s shoulder eyes aimed at her breasts The mother passed out near an empty jug the child sobbing, the boy missing a smashed tambourine Was it a dream the painter dreamt one cob-webbed summer night filmy breezes floating through his window A still life created by absence sustained by longing wept into being
Review by Jared Pearce
What I find fascinating here is the consideration of from where art comes: is it from memory, an accurate memory, a lived memory, or a dream, a fantasy, a wish for a reality? The consideration of those questions is quite interesting to me.