POLLOCK

 

Jack The Dripper, Action Man of the art world,

Prances around the canvas-covered floor of his barn

In a trance of creativity, here a flick, there a flick,

The colours dance beyond beginning or ending

In paintings where the centre simply will not hold.

Lost in the image, the painter dances out his dream

As the pattern revolves and advances below his feet,

Gliding where the chances and mischances lead him

Through new land and seascapes into a changed world.

C. 2012 IGR

I was browsing through an art book when I came across some pictures by Pollock and a description of his modus operandi. Although not particularly interested in him previously, I was fascinated and found myself writing this poem very quickly.

The picture is reproduced courtesy of Google Images.