Pretty-Late Rothko Poem by Douglas Scotney
Pretty-Late Rothko
The grey patches on white
on either side of the wall
above the new door
reminded me of pretty-late Rothkos,
I said.
Ken retrieved his Writings on Modern Art text
and read,
'Protean indeterminate shapes
whose multiplicity is let be.'
I talked of his suicide
and his final dark chapel works -
their might.
The painter came
and sandwiched the pretty-late Rothkos
between slices of opaque white.
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