Francisco Goya y Lucientes (1746-1828)
[Oil on Canvas, c.1815, Prado, Madrid]
Terrors are eyes' dust
of my dogs and monsters,
giants and catholics and kings;
their internecine wars
growl into my dead ears'
cloven expectations,
climb up the very walls
to hive the time again
towards existence
and the almost possible.
Thus can I show the horror vision grants
behind the tremor of our sight and skin,
draw out the dark that age has patterned.
Knuckle lead white and carbon
sour on bones' illusions.
Now beyond all courts and favours
can I step back into the shadows' mysteries
and dear God's hopes of favours;
fight back in dark oils and stark
against the blank and surface of the world
that etches past the brain's protective bones
as dry and marrowed out of copper
into the aqua vita black and resurrections
pressed through the arc of devils and their dams
in silence just behind the hum of pain
throbbing again from out my mother's
body of light gave life to the bright earlier beings
of pastel pales and greens under blue clouds
that scattered into sight and silence
just behind the scream.
It will be saved
as I
without the need of sound
that vision hides behind
and drags the horrors into
the beautiful
even without the mind's
obedience to its call.
Note:
Spanish Romantic artist thought of as both the last of the old and the first of the moderns. He was made First Court Painter to the Spanish Crown and through his works was both a commentator on and chronicler of his era. At about the age of 46, an illness left him deaf. After the Peninsular War he retired to a house outside Madrid with the idea of isolating himself. There he created the 'Black Paintings' which reflect his fear of insanity and pessimism. Some were painted directly onto the walls of the house. The second part of his name, 'Lucientes' means 'shining'.
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