Dorothea Margaret Tanning (August 25, 1910 – January 31, 2012) was an American painter, printmaker, sculptor, writer, and poet. Her early work was influenced by Surrealism. She was also married to fellow Surrealist Max Ernst.
Dorothea Tanning was born and raised in Galesburg, Illinois. After attending Knox College for two years (1928–30), she moved to Chicago in 1930 and then to New York in 1935. There she supported herself as a commercial artist while pursuing her own painting, and discovered Surrealism at the Museum of Modern Art’s seminal 1936 exhibition, Fantastic Art, Dada and Surrealism. After an eight-year relationship, she was married briefly to the writer Homer Shannon in... more »
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Dorothea Tanning Poems
All Hallows' Eve
Be perfect, make it otherwise. Yesterday is torn in shreds. Lightning's thousand sulfur eyes Rip apart the breathing beds.
Ever imagining the dire, the sudden the menace with no thought of the gradual, the lingering itch of whatever. That was my sister.
If an expatriate is, as I believe, someone who never forgets for an instant being one, then, no.
Never mind the pins And needles I am on. Let all the other instruments Of torture have their way.
Coming To That
"If it comes to that," he said, "there'll be no preventing it." He uttered it as I listened. Had I got it right, hearing him?
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All Hallows' Eve
Be perfect, make it otherwise.
Yesterday is torn in shreds.
Lightning's thousand sulfur eyes
Rip apart the breathing beds.
Hear bones crack and pulverize.
Doom creeps in on rubber treads.
Countless overwrought housewives,
Minds unraveling like threads,
Try lipstick shades to tranquilize
Fears of age and general dreads.
Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies,
Don't take faucets for fountainheads.
Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise
You and the werewolf: newlyweds.