H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n
Christmas Poem 2003
Last December, I "retired" from writing poetry, and I haven't written an original poem
since (other than collaborations), but on Halloween of this year I went alone to see an
exhibit at the Denver Art Museum called "From El Greco to Picasso," on tour from the
Philips Museum, the first American modern art collection (begun in the early twenties).
Besides every painting in the collection being beautiful (having been culled from
thousands of paintings in the complete collection), it was also here that I for the first time
saw how the “cool” colors receded in a painting by Cezanne, and I became so dizzy that I
had t sit on the floor for several minutes before I could go on.
[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/randy_roark.html.]