some days i feel like shooting
just about everything
that catches my eye...
on friday i think i was observing everything
intently in preparation for the onslaught
that is the francis bacon show
at the metropolitan museum.
i don't usually push myself to shows that
'i should see'.
not a fan of the work,
i wanted to give it a fair viewing
since my opinion has been formed mainly by
i even listened to the audioguide.
no photos allowed.
i did not see in these works
"one of the most important painters of the century."
i saw neither technical virtuosity nor innovation.
i saw ugliness for its own sake
without reason, devoid of passion.
i didn't believe the emotions
that attempt to roil these canvases
nor did i feel the emotions
they were intended to elicit.
i felt only tired.
i've given francis bacon all the attention
that i ever will.