i’ve yet to find out why they’re called blue rider

on an early morning
in the heart of Munich
near the red cross stop,
i build a babylonian tower
(with the dishes),

as it crashes,
mug in claw
my coffee floods the scale,
floor– board–

—-& even trickles
——–through the small slits
——-of the fridge,

——-(his tea falls

—–for no obvious reason),

1:1 //Draw (ha,
mine was better placed though)

we talk travel, life & art,
over a glass of wine.
“see–? this painting has two suns–”
i search the sky

“look at the shades”

“very cool, you think
there’s a message in it?”
“no, just poorly painted”,

&i wonder
at the shades of life,
equally uneven & confusing
sometimes,

from above, the kitchen lamp,
a grass-green ufo, showers light rays
on the antique table underneath
(& it may beaM Me uP
inTo the womb
of a gigantic space ship)

“i lined up for an hour in the rain
to get into the Lenbachhaus”, i say,
“well worth the wait”,

“so, have you heard about
Kandinsky’s art group,
the blue rider?”

& it happens
that i lose myself sometimes,
like soft breath,
exhaled from a horse’s nostrils,
blending with the cool air
at some point along the way,

& life & art is never separate,
but continually intermingles
with the shades it throws,
in awkward angles, so–

“did you like living in Dublin?”
“yeah, it’s a cool place”
“&Luxembourg–”

we travel
‘round the world,
stopping here & there
just long enough to take
another sip of white,
then move on,

the munich rain outside,

humming a quiet night song

.

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74 responses to “i’ve yet to find out why they’re called blue rider

  1. “very cool, you think
    there’s a message in it?”
    “no, just poorly painted”,

    &i wonder
    at the shades of life,
    equally uneven & confusing
    sometimes,

    Well, I simply love this! It’s funny how one can see a message and one a mess. Wonderful Claudia!

  2. it is cool the people you meet along the way…the opening to this is rather playful in the building towers out of dishes and each breaking a bit…the bit on the horses breath…very cool…the shades of life stanza in this is the gem for me…smiles.

  3. “& it happens
    that i lose myself sometimes,
    like soft breath,
    exhaled from a horse’s nostrils,
    blending with the cool air
    at some point along the way,

    “& life & art is never separate …”

    Sometimes I enter Kandinsky like this, or have surreal vision. It must be particularly easy to let go of the boundaries for frequent travelers, and I think the cup crashing, mistaking gravity for invitation, is a great symbol for this.

  4. Claudia- this is brilliant.

    from above, the kitchen lamp,
    a grass-green ufo, showers light rays
    on the antique table underneath
    (& it may beaM Me uP
    inTo the womb
    of a gigantic space ship)

    I love that description; It’s amazing when ordinary objects described in verse are made almost tangible. How long have you been writing poetry?

    -Mike

  5. You always manage to transport my senses to you location…making me feel like I’m sitting right across from you..watching each event… a brilliant write.

  6. Enjoying the comments…each have differing view of your “best” lines (for them). And I surely would have trouble trying to do that. The whole piece is just dammmm good.

    But my thoughts are running to a chord, a triad, upon which can be built sound on top of sound, until all are amost vibrating as one note. As life? One happening following others, unti finally is reached enlightenment (I have not!) which tells us that all–everything–is ONE. One HUGE vibration. Which is LOVE!

    Also envisioned all those notes piled one on the other falling, breaking, into most hideous cacophonous dissonances, like pieces of dishes, or crappy art! HA!

    Excellent work, Claudia.

  7. Claudia, love the journey this poem takes me on. Enjoyed these lines particularly:

    & life & art is never separate,
    but continually intermingles
    with the shades it throws,
    in awkward angles, so–

    And sometimes both are as confusing as the painting with two suns!

  8. Life is art & art is poetry, and they all intermingle like a delicious dish, each spice & ingredient creating the whole, only separate for the critic & connoisseur; and you are a master chef poet who discovers UFOs in the damnedest places. There is a gentleness to this one, like Munich rain, and it soaks through the veneer of any attire or predisposition.

  9. Enjoyed this city’s journey with you Claudia ~ How lucky you are to sip and see the art and poems in every city you visit ~ The shades of life, though uneven, is a joy to discover ~ Have a wonderful day ~

  10. “& it happens
    that i lose myself sometimes,
    like soft breath,
    exhaled from a horse’s nostrils,
    blending with the cool air
    at some point along the way,

    “& life & art is never separate …” enjoyed this..I always feel that life and art are never separate. Beautiful lines, Claudia.

  11. You always share slice of life with such intimacy and honesty Claudia. I love this line, “&i wonder
    at the shades of life,
    equally uneven & confusing
    sometimes,” just truth, nothing but the truth.

  12. I always enjoy looking up a painting and how ironic that it suits a poem I am forming in my head to a “friend”….

  13. I just adore the way you see the world, it always translates into fabulous poetry. You do live art, it’s clear in your words that life and art are never separate, and that is a beautiful thing.

  14. Claudia , seriously- I am kind of obsessed with these lines and I don’t know why….it may beaM Me uP
    inTo the womb
    of a gigantic space ship) that swallows my imagination completely!
    I feel like I am eavesdropping on an intimate moment and I like it. Does that make me a stalker or a poet?

  15. I know I keep saying it–but you capture the moment so well in your pieces and this one appeals to the part of me that would love to travel and hear music and whisper to my partner about the artists –lovely, lovely write Claudia!

  16. Life and art–why, from the earliest days of humankind, have we spun tales, drawn figures on stone, hummed melodies? Great work here!

  17. Another amazing poem Claudia.

    Favorite stanza:
    “& it happens
    that i lose myself sometimes,
    like soft breath,
    exhaled from a horse’s nostrils,
    blending with the cool air
    at some point along the way,”

    It is like that some times and that is what gives it/life/us meaning.
    Cheers!

  18. Would love to see those paintings that inspire you to this SoC writing.
    Did the glasses not drop for the next set?

  19. as it crashes,mug in claw
    my coffee floods the scale,floor– board–—
    -& even trickles——–through the small slits

    Loved these lines, a beautiful composition overall

  20. Love that beginning and the green UFO…you travel even in the kitchen, girl! Like this one a lot with its colors and chance meetings w. others…Here there and everywhere…art and life comingling. Beautiful write!

  21. Loved the mingling of art and wine and travel and conversation…good life stuff. Such a nice flow to this Claudia, really an enjoyable read. The rain is a perfect “mood” ending as well…

  22. Imagine meeting someone who had even heard of Kandinsky let alone the Blue rider group. Now i am depressed.. the price for good climate and relative affluence comes at a cost!

  23. I love those old lamps… and have had that same thought myself! haha Yes, I totally agree that the shades of life can be confusing… but I’d rather it much more than black and white.

  24. …Claudia, you must make an anthology for all of these encounters & conversations along the road / journey you take… what i like about this is the fact we(reader) feel part in all of these you do… we are not left alone at one side having no idea at all what was going on… you guide us all the way throughout the entire read and that alone always fascinated me… thanks… smiles…

  25. i wonder at the shades of life… I love the hidden, the shaded, the absolute mystery out in the world…love your poetry thank you

  26. Wow..took me forever to get here..long walk to the bottom of this comments page.
    My favourite part, was about how it was just a poor painting…it made me laugh. truly, as the observer of art I sometimes wonder if I’ve spent more time considering a piece than the artist did. Very cute write.

  27. You poetry is so strong with imagery I am such a linear thinker it challenges me to let g oa bit. I think I need ot read more 🙂 I love equally ueven:

    wonder at the shades of life,
    equally uneven & confusing
    sometimes,

  28. Hi! Claudia…
    “i’ve yet to find out why they’re called blue rider…”
    Me too !…according to the word by Kandinsky…

    “Kandinsky wrote 20 years later that the name is derived from Franz Marc enthusiasm for horses and Kandinsky’s love of riders, combined with both love of the colour blue.[1] For Kandinsky, blue is the colour of spirituality: the darker the blue, the more it awakens human desire for the eternal (see his 1911 book On the Spiritual in Art)…”

    Der Blaue Reiter
    [Cont…]

  29. “i lined up for an hour in the rain
    to get into the Lenbachhaus”, i say,
    “well worth the wait”,

    “so, have you heard about
    Kandinsky’s art group,
    the blue rider?”

    Thank-you, for sharing a moment [with a friend?] through your poetic words… too !
    deedee 🙂

  30. Claudia, I absolutely love this stanza! The more I read it, the happier I become
    😉 And the ending was perfect.

    it happens
    that i lose myself sometimes,
    like soft breath,
    exhaled from a horse’s nostrils,
    blending with the cool air
    at some point along the way,

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