3 Poems — Paul Siegell



Source material: Bohemian Paris: Picasso, Modigliani, Matisse, and the Birth of Modern Art by Dan Franck (Grove Press, 2003).


M__TM___RE (186)

with his long
to hum and
one. He would finish
with a flourish.
off the sheet and

     But Soutine
a living

proclaimed
paintbrushes.
to himself,

He
legendary.

was dirty. One
nest of bugs in his
right ear.
     He

had

walls

     The
sought the
words,
clumsy and scared.
He was
understand,
the

fireplace



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M__TM___RE (237)

on the eve of the
war,
that the storm
mixture
observers.2

a scandal, of course. He
arrived in New York
of the Armory Show. His
and
and praised
hell

Duchamp
Nude
Descending
to be
accepted

exhibited,
in flames
he himself

a real respect



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M__TM___RE (360)

easy,
well.
With
. Now
that
. And,
miracle
happy
She was discovering

then to the
studio. They went
had Tzara as their

cold Man Ray could be.
     On
to
the hotel
stage
for
     Marcel Duchamp
all the women who were

madly in love

didn’t want to
play chess
he was playing in a
his wife of a
he was sleeping in his
tournament
when
the
nightmares all night. One

chessboard – she
glued them to the squares





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Paul Siegell is the author of wild life rifle fire (Otoliths Books), jambandbootleg (A-Head Publishing) and Poemergency Room (Otoliths Books). He is a senior editor at Painted Bride Quarterly and has contributed to Black Warrior Review, Coconut, Redivider, and many other fine journals. Kindly find more of his work – and concrete poetry t-shirts – at ReVeLeR @ eYeLeVeL and @paulsiegell.