Banvard's Folly
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by c.a. leibow |
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"Does anyone still want to go with me into a panorama?"
—Max Brod The sun floats down river Resting from a long day. As Banvard draws love Birds in the sand. She tries to explain How his deformity angers her. Unable, she leaves him On the other side of the shore. Banvard becomes a traveling salesman, A campfire fiddler, A drunk, a painter of shores. Yearning for her— He turns her into the Mississippi shore. Riding the long river, floating On a brush, he paints her portrait. Huge bolts of love The canvas sags from longing Immense wood contraption (Gears-pulleys crank machinery) Three miles of canvas. An uninterrupted portrait. The papers publish the spectacle "The hunch back painter and his panorama!" He builds a wooden stage Winds up river then down. The lines are long, (.50 cents.) They wait for hours . . . He sits in the middle Of hungry brush stroke Up river Down. Up river down Eyes straining— To find her. |
John Banvard (November 15, 1815 – May 16, 1891) was a U.S. panorama and portrait painter known for his panoramic views of the Mississippi River Valley.
Christopher Leibow
Wed 17th Aug 2011 19:13
Thanks Ray. No haven;t done any for a long time, not since I graduated from graduate school. just been writing and reading mostly. I took a quick look at your poems and I like them. I need to spend more time with them. I think a great name for a prize would be the Glittery Unicorn Anemone Poetry Prize...what do you think?
Cheers from across the pond,
C.