Lipchitz Lyric

Paul Siegell

            —for Varian Fry

 

Jacques rocks: bronze

dramas—

 

on The Death of Pierrot

 

poetic volumetrics

 

shaped into creation

by the mighty River

Lipchitz—

 

a cubist’s caress, a

movement progressed:

 

in 1945 he etched the ef-

fervescent Nude and

Cock

 

bebop Jacques and tonic,

embryonic

 

if you swing your

Bull and Condor over

 

I’ll jump on it—

 

“The clay is scarred,

undercut and torn

like the bodies

of the fighters”

 

gripping tyranny

tighter—

 

tumultuous, molten,

sculpt to reassure

 

eye bright

o bright other life Lipchitz

 

with a witness

 

sculpt the sensual

 

a home for poems

 

a Mother and Child

 

a letter for a bone—

 

for the letters embodied

to express the statue that

you were born to form: I

 

look to a page of poetry,

 

a pedestal for the textual,

 

and, spellbound,

perceive the statuesque—

 

the body “modeled,

manipulated and shaped”

 

body foundry

 

body burning body down

in 1952 his studio


standing there, shocked

to bedrock, jewel-eyed

and mindful—

 

then stab it all in the sculpt

with a chisel:

 

you make me want to

 

I know you’re not

supposed to

 

but I take pleasure in

 

unplugging

electronics

 

while the power’s still on:

 

true-blue blue-streak

serpent breath of

lightning—

 

the universal spiritual

the sacrificial visual—

 

now that

someone should sculpt

 

sculpt that

BURST

 

into the bronze—

 

for that’s how I feel

when struck by a bolt:

 

the body/language

possibilities

 

of a Lipchitz:

 

spark-stunned,

 

and jumping up love.