(Number 1, 1948 by Jackson Pollock, 1912-1956, American
Expressionist painter)
Jackson Pollock is an artist who confounds us with his work. We don’t understand it. “Paint drippings,” some call it. “That’s not art,” others say. “Anyone can do it.”
Pollock once said that “the strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.”
NUMBER 1 BY JACKSON POLLOCK (1948)
No name but a number.
Trickles and valleys of paint
Devise this maze
Into a game of Monopoly
Without any bank. Into
A linoleum on the floor
In a dream. Into
Murals inside of the mind.
No similes here. Nothing
But paint. Such purity
Taxes the poem that speaks
Still of something in a place
Or at a time.
How to realize his question
Let alone his answer?
~ Nancy Sullivan, American poet
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