Meeting Geoff in the Plaza
I don't have to sit there long
before someone I know
stops to have a coffee with me,
it's that kind of plaza
with café tables under trees,
and now Geoff
swings by and we get
to talk about his latest work,
his painting of a suicide bombing in a café
and how people were chatting there one moment and the next
were just... burnt meat, and what was it that had gone? I don't see
how he can get all this into a painting, but I'm sure Geoff does.
Art has a way of taking us out of ourselves and out of time.
But these days, as Geoff now says, it's astonishing how little time
people spend looking at a painting in an art gallery,
even a Renoir. Can a poem get more attention?
Maybe less...in any case, here's Geoff,
pulling up his chair next to mine,
catching the waiter's eye, making
his debut in a poem,
a poem that's like a café table
in a plaza, where anyone
can hang out and take their time
before getting on with their day,
and not get blown away.
This poem is dedicated to the artist Geoff MacEwan. Geoff has collaborated with Paul on a collection of poems and illustrations entitled 'Natural Causes'. For more information, please go to Poems and Etchings - Natural Causes.
Geoff's work is held in private and public collections including the Victoria and Albert Museum in London, the Ashmoleum Museum in Oxford, The National Gallery of Modern Art in Edinburgh and The Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofia in Madrid.