On
Salvador Dali’s Autorretrato Cubista
Sal, you
started with Cubism.
I started with
Modernism.
Will my
juvenilia hang in such halls
as the Reina
Sophia,
the little
sister of Madrid’s Legend?
You rain the
angels down
from a center
point
as if the lines
were light,
as if light
shown in prisms
and not rays.
You are not
distorting our point of view
but the
function of light.
This is written
off as misunderstanding Cubism.
Will they do
that to me, Sal?
Say my
experiments are flaws?
And if they do,
what affect do
I put on?
Where did you,
at nineteen, turn from
the new old
masters into
your surreal
pictures more beautiful than photographs?
And how long
until these paintings were loved?
Please write
back, Sal,
as I am eager
to change the world,
and I have no moustache
or oscelot
to back me up
on this.
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