Sunday, December 31, 2017

Representational Oil Paintings from the Nineteen Fifties

Norman Blamey
My Wife and Son
1959
oil on panel
Tate Gallery

William Roberts
Trooping the Colour
1958-59
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery

LAVENDER

I planned to have a border of lavender
but planted the bank too of lavender
and now all of my crazy garden
    is grown in lavender

it smells so sharp, heady and musky of
lavender, and the hue of only
lavender is all my garden up
    into the gray rocks.

When forth I go from here the love I heedlessly
give, mostly in vain for I am stupid
and miss the moment, it has blest me silly
    when forth I go

and when, sitting as gray as these gray rocks
among the lavender, I breathe the lavender's
tireless squandering, I liken it
    to my silly loving,

I liken my silly indefatigable
loving to the lavender which has grown over
all my garden banks, and borders, up
    into the gray rocks.

– Paul Goodman (1959)

Margaret Mellis
Blue Anemone
1957
oil on panel
Tate Gallery

Peter Blake
On the Balcony
1955-57
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery

Carel Weight
Portrait of Miss Orovida Pissarro
1956
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery

William Scott
Winter Still Life
1956
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery

Adrian Stokes
Piazza Sant' Eustachio, Rome
1955
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery

WELLFLEET HARBOR

Visibly here the tide
creeps onto shore, almost
which particular lapping
wavelet is the utmost,
straightway the sea recedes.
The sun in my burning-glass
has moved a millimeter
off-center. Mars is rising
a little further west.
On on the summer
is hurrying away.
Next Thursday is my birthday.
I have already reached
a still point where I stand
hearing my heart pumping
my interior river round,
my friends drifting away,
the shoreline drifting away,
like a ship standing (as we say)
out to sea to sea.
Venus is not so high
when first at dusk she shines
descending with the sun
into the jaws of night.
All days are different days
monotonously flickering
past and faster by,
but there is one single night
and she is called the Night
starlit or dark the Night
my black brain, I have wrapped
myself around me like a coat
or I'd vanish shrieking in the night.

– Paul Goodman (1955)

Francis Bacon
Study for Portrait II (after the Life Mask of William Blake)
1955
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery

Ruskin Spear
Haute Couture
1954
oil on panel
Tate Gallery

Jack Smith
Mother Bathing Child
1953
oil on panel
Tate Gallery

Roy de Maistre
Interior with Lamp
1953
oil on panel
Tate Gallery

William Coldstream
Seated Nude
1952-53
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery

Michael Andrews
A Man Who Suddenly Fell Over
1952
oil on panel
Tate Gallery

from EVENING (AFTER RAMEAU AND CEZANNE)

Jolly hunters with their careless arrows
aim at the geese and bring down nought, or sparrows;
they are a menace in the rushes, oh
they are care-free and they come and go.
Around the fire the shepherds have murderous eyes.
No one is safe because no one is wise.

– Paul Goodman (1951)

Robert Medley
Rhododendrons
1950
oil on canvas
Tate Gallery

Poems from the archives of Poetry (Chicago)