AN ACCIDENT An accident on the mountain showing the superiority of chance I fell and thought I saw horses in the sky the horses shiver they don’t understand if you don’t whip what’s more false than the horse of dream the race, the grass, the sun I should doubt for a painter nature is a paradox but you don’t need me to mix colors what one likes does not trot out of painting dreams still function they could be expressing the mystic the indistinct line of nature wanted for great art I know this anxiety allowable in the forced loneliness of the studio and for the god-forsaken Jew hiding as someone else but for the god-like that explode in song and dance the drum won’t do and idealistic protest will not win the field for the years deliver us of pity yesterday for instance I stopped reading about the earthquake in Mexico I thought the news was getting beyond nightmare beyond everchanging shadows lying in wait for dawn the rosy-fingered beyond the likely as for me I hardly recognize the day It’s so early something in the air threatens insects the horrors eat they need the blood you need they take from us that we have none cast in hell as usual if all that talk of sin comes to pass the parades I shall see new light on what I know and feel all in a single drop is nothing in the presence of the mountain a mad thought - I don’t look a thing grinning in pain - Milton Resnick
The interviewer was excellent! Great, thought-provoking questions and no grandstanding like a lot of other interviewers. This is a very lucid, commentary of what it is to be an artist. Thanks for posting
