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Dancing with Dali
Dancing with Dali is a poetic exploration of art. These forty-seven poems respond to the often- surreal world of Dali, Kahlo, Van Gogh, Magritte, and others. Artists become characters in Sherbondy’s poems—Picasso works at the mall food court, Dali creates his own television network, and Van Gogh’s ear floats out to sea. Through these off-beat, entertaining poems, Maureen Sherbondy paints her own interpretation of our framed and unframed universe.
68 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 3, 2020
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February 5, 2020
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DALI TV
In the television universe
of the Dali satellite service
I view abstract palettes
shifting across the screen
in hues of blues, greens,
and colors in-between.
CNN anchors have two misshapen
heads; they sit at broken-legged
desks plopped down in the desert.
Beside them is a melting clock
spewing stock ticker-tape
coated in ant parades.
The Marilyn Monroe lip sofa
rests in a corner, waiting
for political guests—
skulls of men and women
who will comment on giant heads
that have overtaken Congress
while elephants march
across the golden screen, stomping
out noise from mouthy machines.
AT THE DALI FURNITURE STORE
The customer wanders through
rows of armoires, dressers, and beds.
He stops before a statue of a woman
standing tall with two drawers, one
jutting out from her stomach, one
from her teak breasts. Metal nipples
as pulls. He takes her home,
thrilled to have both female companion
and a place to store his clothes.
DALI TV
In the television universe
of the Dali satellite service
I view abstract palettes
shifting across the screen
in hues of blues, greens,
and colors in-between.
CNN anchors have two misshapen
heads; they sit at broken-legged
desks plopped down in the desert.
Beside them is a melting clock
spewing stock ticker-tape
coated in ant parades.
The Marilyn Monroe lip sofa
rests in a corner, waiting
for political guests—
skulls of men and women
who will comment on giant heads
that have overtaken Congress
while elephants march
across the golden screen, stomping
out noise from mouthy machines.
AT THE DALI FURNITURE STORE
The customer wanders through
rows of armoires, dressers, and beds.
He stops before a statue of a woman
standing tall with two drawers, one
jutting out from her stomach, one
from her teak breasts. Metal nipples
as pulls. He takes her home,
thrilled to have both female companion
and a place to store his clothes.
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