Dali Exhibition: Bruges 2008 Poem by Louis Kasatkin

' Quick! ',
' The camera! '
aim,
picture;
before the buildings all
up skirts and run away;
tourists huddled in gloomy
noonday shadows of The Belfort.
Nearby they're exhibiting Dali,
though I can't quite determine
its precise geographic location,
the blind waffle-vendor tells me,
indirectly that Dali has been
relocated to a nearby aubergine;
' You'd scarcely believe it had sufficient
room to house all of Dali's effulgent textuality'
at that the midnite grinning tabby-cat
pronounced itself satisfied with its
idiomatic translation of the
sightless vendor's account;
' unlock the secret aubergine portal and
you'll never need to approach any lemon again,
citrussy traitors the lot of them! '
hectored the petty feline demagogue
in the spirit of an alfresco symposium;
I antithetically posited that not all
lemons were conspiratorial and was,
' I tawt I taw a puddy-tat' aware
that Belfries emphasised a deep human
urge for freedom and democracy?
disquieted in that Sylvestrine manner
that all Cats display he reiterated
that Dali extricated the snot
from his own nose, flicked it at
the world and the critics said,
that it was art, truth and beauty;
' yeah, but what about all those conspiratorial Lemons? '
we concurred, the Feline and I.


(footnote: - originally composed in situ, next The Belfort, Markt, Bruges June 2008; after having imbibed somewhat beforehand!)