William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

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L’Absinthe

L'Absinthe

As silly as it seems, I have even tried, a few times — with questionable success — to write poems based on famous paintings. I first encountered L’Absinthe on the cover of the 1980 printing of the Penguin Classics edition of Zola’s L’Assommoir. That is the image I worked from. It is ideally suited to the novel. The poem, on the other hand, is ideally suited for the bottom of […]

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Roads

Roads

I’ve often wondered where drawn lines end and poems begin. Some will say poems must be made of words. Strictly speaking, that’s true. But I’ve lived long enough to know, I’m made of words too. And when you read between the lines, I read you. Of the photographic self-portraits I attempted several years ago, Roads, I think, is one interesting example. The image first appeared in Recently Banned Literature in 2011 and […]

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This is another of my favorites from Primitive, although it would be hard to explain why.
Is it, perhaps, because the shoulder of one is the mouth of the other? Possibly.
But then there are the eyes, which, for half a day yesterday,
Followed me around the room. “My card, sir.”

Almost Einstein

2010
#2 Pencil on Index Card

Almost Einstein

Almost Einstein

 

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Almost Einstein

Imagine a hard-working composer paging through his music,
relieved and thinking he is done, coming upon this in his score.

“Dear Lord. What am I writing for?”

“The high notes and low notes, of course.”

“And which, pray tell, are you?”

“We? We are the many. We are the few. We are you.”

Music Lesson

2010
#2 Pencil on 4 x 6 Index Card

Music Lesson

Music Lesson

 

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Music Lesson

September Poems

Canvas 870

The ancient texts of solemn trees. Bird tracks at my feet. Late-night lights in the widow’s house. Lichens on headstones. Thrice-woven wool. Galaxies that resemble scattered straw. Notebooks filled. A wealth of steam. The luck of rice. dew in the dust on the old man’s mailbox he reads his letters twice   [ 104 ]

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