Yves Klein Died Young Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

Yves Klein Died Young



New York
turned Piet Mondrian's black lines
multi-colored.

What would an extra decade or two
have done to Klein's
ultramarine blue?

Half of some yarn, half would have dyed;
the other half,
by the other half mixed with white.

When it was hot,
Yves would have dejeuned upon the checked rug
woven from the yarn;
when it was not,
he'd have cuddled underneath it a lot.

The rug would have been hung on a wall
and talked about and traded;
and called 'Le Rug' and 'The Rug',
and by those in the know,
'Le Projet' and 'The Throw'.

Yves Klein Died Young
Monday, February 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: art,color,future
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
dejeuned = breakfasted
Yves Klein (1928-62)
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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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