Calder Poems - Poems about Calder

...KINETICISTA  mobile  gyrations   in patterns of light &hadow in elaborate    assemblages reflecting change    with          moving effect in random   moments of  ever-changing sequ......Read the rest...

...I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border As a boy I enjoyed going to school and was doing really well Mom sang my pr......Read the rest...

...Visited the Whitney* For the Hoppers – what a treat! A gathering of works with which Few artists can compete. Yet in a separate little room A different treasure lay – A film of “Calder’s Cir......Read the rest...

...Alexander Calder on of a scuptor pa & painter mother Deceptively simple & sans guile were his installation so mobile......Read the rest...

...Little did I realise when I swung Into the car park at Calder Glen That by the end of that week in August 2009 My days of teaching would be over. It all began so well Meeting an old colleague ......Read the rest...

...Dear Me…                             Today my thoughts are about you, only you!                                                                     Many years have passed … many hustling days, ......Read the rest...

...May mornings turned a blue iris white with the sight of petaled plates on your stubble. By surprise they appeared as a dawn shadow, thick on a black jaw, Smelling of Millionaires against your sto......Read the rest...

...There’s a bluestone building near the Calder, east of Castlemaine, One hundred yards back off the highway, beyond a tree filled lane. For one hundred years this building stood alone at Faraday se......Read the rest...

... In a bare field hidden behind dense brush There's a spot where people cunningly come, dumping their oversized trash. Somehow word got out years ago: mattresses, appliances, ......Read the rest...

...Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan Blanches oeuvres ouvertes résident dans les jours la surface du banc de travail est noire les géraniums-lierres les fougères et......Read the rest...

...We used to go to museums – frequently – There were favorite artists: Picasso Matisse Giacometti (especially Giacometti) Henry Moore (never passed up a Henry Moore) deKooning Ca......Read the rest...

...Cirque Calder Family Lonely this My restless paint blobs Absorbing precious air Risking dehydration Moisture deprived patience Waiting atop my platform Resting precariously upon cut wire And tapered......Read the rest...

...Young Mirran lived in Calder wood all of her spells were for the good in helping out where e’er she could But Mirran had a plan And oft times she would sit and brood about a mortal man ‘It’s not all......Read the rest...

...My distraught, the thought, has lost a battle unforgot. I take, I give, the very words I live. I've done, The sun, outrunning the only one. My actions are not my own, a story, I've stitched, I......Read the rest...

...another mind trip a dreamy trek in fancy adrift on downhill memory lane leaning on the old high gate of Strawberry Hill nursing home Waiting for the Penny Lane tram To walk by Calder Stones Th......Read the rest...