Title: An Evening in the Art Gallery

 

This Dialogue is an account of the discussion done between Lola Ridge and Joe Jones on a pleasant evening. Wind was blowing on the empty pathways and the side benches were kissed by the branches of trees that were continuously showering leaves that went dry due to weather changes and are now discarded by the branches in order to bear new leaves. The empty pathway was looking classic and a lady dressed in black suit and white muffler stepped from far behind on the pathway and her footsteps can be clearly heard in the silent evening. Joe Jones was planning to attend an Art Gallery which was at the other end of the pathway. Joe Jones grabbed the coffee from the corner shop on the pathway and waited for the lady to break the silence. Lola Ridge was walking by the road and Art Gallery gathered her concentration where Joe Jones was standing and was thinking to enter the door to Art Gallery. Joe Jones entered the Art Gallery and was amazed to see the wall paintings and the artistic sculptures exhibited in the Gallery. Lola Ridge entered right afterwards into the Gallery and there they met each other standing by a piece of Artwork which was beautifully ornamented with abstract concepts. The dialogue started there between Lola Ridge (poet) and Joe Jones (singer, songwriter) which is as under:

Lola Ridge: Hello! You seem to be a man of great taste. What’s the big deal about this painting?

Joe Jones: Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet someone with the same taste.

Lola Ridge: Thanks, my name is Lola and I am interested in Art just like you showed interest in the same painting.

Lola Ridge: Can I ask you your name?

Joe Jones: Well, my name is Joe Jones and I and a songwriter by profession.

Lola Ridge: That seems to be quite interesting, can you tell me a little more about you?

Joe Jones: I work as a singer and I also write songs to earn a living and to satisfy my soul. What about you?

Lola Ridge: I am a poet and I write poems.

Joe Jones: It means you also have a good taste in literature?

Lola Ridge: Yes surely, I do have an internal attraction towards literature, and I feel comfortable with it.

Joe Jones: Do you have any of your work with you right now?

Lola Ridge: Let me check my bag so that I can show you my latest work. Here you go

Handing a piece of paper to Joe Jones and standing in curiosity about Joe’s answer. Following poem was written on that piece of paper:

Flotsam

Lola Ridge

Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;

Cafes glittering like jeweled teeth;

High-flung signs

Blinking yellow phosphorescent eyes;

Girls in black

Circling monotonously

About the orange lights...

Nothing to guess at...

Save the darkness above

Crouching like a great cat.

In the dim-lit square,

Where disheveled trees

Tussle with the wind -the wind like a scythe

Mowing their last leaves –

Arcs shimmering through a greenish haze –

Pale oval arcs

Like ailing virgins,

Each out of a halo circumscribed,

Pallidly staring...

Figures drift upon the benches

With no more rustle than a dropped leaf settling –

Slovenly figures like untied parcels,

And papers wrapped about their knees

Huddled one to the other,

Cringing to the wind –

The sided wind,

Leaving no breach untried...

So many and all so still...

The fountain slobbering its stone basin

Is louder than They –

Flotsam of the five oceans

Here on this raft of the world.

This old man's head

Has found a woman's shoulder.

The wind juggles with her shawl

That flaps about them like a sail,

And splashes her red faded hair

Over the salt stubble of his chin.

A light foam is on his lips,

As though dreams surged in him

Breaking and ebbing away...

And the bare boughs shuffle above him

And the twigs rattle like dice...

She -diffused like a broken beetle –

Sprawls without grace,

Her face gray as asphalt,

Her jaws sagging as on loosened hinges...

Shadows ply about her mouth –

Nimble shadows out of the jigging tree,

That dances above her its dance of dry bones.

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uniformed front,

Punched;

A glance like a blow,

The swing of an arm,

Verved, vigorous;

Boot-heels clanking

In metallic rhythm;

The blows of a baton,

Quick, staccato...-There is a rustling along the benches

As of dried leaves raked over.

And the old man lifts a shaking palsied hand,

Tucking the displaced paper about his knees.

Colder...And a frost under foot,

Acid, corroding,

Eating through worn boot soles.

Drab forms blur into greenish vapor.

Through boughs like crossbones,

Pale arcs flare and shiver

Like lilies in a wind.

High over Broadway

A far-flung sign

Glitters in indigo darkness

And spurts again rhythmically,

Spraying great drops

Red as a hemorrhage.

Joe Jones: Well, that’s amazing, your poem induces a mystic spell on the reader and urges him to follow the path to read on and enjoy the serenity of beautiful nature and words floating in the air to enhance the beauty of a certain fact.

Lola Ridge: Thanks for the applause. What do you think about this abstract painting? What attracts you to analyze this painting with such a great interest?

Joe Jones: Well, I too am attracted towards good taste in literature and this painting has a lot to tell and this attracted me to analyze the painting in detail.

Lola Ridge: So, what do you find attractive about this painting?

Joe Jones: The natural phenomenon and the real facts that are elaborated with perfect reflection are the main cause of my attraction towards this piece of Art.

Lola Ridge: There are a lot of paintings in the Hall, why you only have the interest in this painting? Can you elaborate what you see in this painting?

Joe Jones: Of course, there are a lot of classical pieces of Art in this Hall but what attracts me is the hidden meaning behind this piece of Art is the intellectual approach towards nature and the beauty of it.

Lola Ridge: What do you find beautiful in it? Can you share with me so that I too can have a deeper glimpse of what the painter tried to elaborate?

Joe Jones: You are a poet and yet you want to hear it from me that what is the meaning behind this Art Piece?

Lola Ridge: Just asking whether your point of view about this painting matches mine or not.

Joe Jones: So, should I tell what I found interesting in this painting?

Lola Ridge: Yes! That would be a pleasure to me if you find me worthy enough to share your thoughts about this painting.

Joe Jones: So where should I continue from?

Lola Ridge: Start from anywhere you want.

Joe Jones: Ok, so let’s start from the topmost side of the painting.

Lola Ridge: Go on, I am listening.

Joe Jones: The upper portion of the painting consists of an arch like structure which is blue in the color and that seems to be a pleasant blue sky that encapsulates the whole landscape under the roof of silver clouds. The clouds are represented by mild silver color in the painting and they symbolize peace and harmony and are a treat to eyes while analyzing the painting.

Lola Ridge: Well, I too have the same kind of feeling when in look at the upper portion of this painting, but the silver clouds seem to be threatening in my perspective which forecast a thunderstorm or warning to those who live under the clouds.

Joe Jones: It can be true, but my perspective is that it means peace and harmony and blessings of God which can be showered by the will of God at anytime and anywhere.

Lola Ridge: You know what, you can be a good writer too if you want to because you have those instincts to feel the originality of a scene.

Joe Jones: Should I move towards the middle part of the painting?

Lola Ridge: Yes, I will be pleased to hear such nice elaboration of this painting from you.

Joe Jones: So, the middle part of the painting has lush green trees whose leaves are having dew drops on them and they are shining by the presence of dim light of the sun falling from a far away point behind the clouds. The dew drops on the leaves are looking like small jewels placed perfectly by the creator to enhance the beauty of nature and to show the real beauty of the creator towards his creations.

Lola Ridge: That’s quite impressive. Would you like to comment a little more on the middle portion or should we move to the lower part of the painting?

Joe Jones: Being a songwriter I have a lot of ideas that can be affiliated with the scenic beauty of this landscape. Should I elaborate further?

Lola Ridge: Yes, kindly continue.

Joe Jones: Green leaves are playing with the wind and are experiencing true freedom in the atmosphere. The wind touches them and caresses them, making cuddling noises and trees are really enjoying the feeling of being kissed by the wind. This natural landscape shows the love between natural phenomenon, that how it co-exists and live in a loving manner side by side to dwell happily in the natural habitat.

Lola Ridge: Great! So, what are your views about the bottom portion of this painting?

Joe Jones: The thick green texture on the bottom of the painting represents grass and blessings of God in form of flowers originating from that glass that enhances the beauty of the painting. The grass is the ground of this painting and it shows that all the blessings and love of God are showered from the heaven in the clouds that is the ultimate lifeline of those living under it.

Lola Ridge: Well that is a good understanding of the painting but what’s the deal with the wooden hut placed right above the grass in the painting?

Joe Jones: That is why I am here to analyze that what is the deal with the hut in this painting, can you elaborate it to me?

Lola Ridge: Being a poet I will explain it according to my perspective, do you want to listen it?

Joe Jones: Yes sure.

Lola Ridge: The wooden hut represents the presence of pure organic material in its construction that shows that nature is not disturbed so much by its presence and it a point in the jungle where a writer can spend his time to observe the pure hue of nature and to experience it in greater detail. The hut symbolizes presence of a nature loving person in this area who live side by the with the nature and enjoy his living in nature friendly manner.

Joe Jones: That was exactly what I was analyzing prior your presence. It means you and I nearly share the same set of minds in which beautiful thoughts are flourished and are groomed. I’ve seen that your writings possess the same characteristics of mystic beauty affiliated with natural presence.

Lola Ridge: Thank you.

Joe Jones: Should we continue to discover more about this exhibition or are you planning to come again tomorrow so that we can discuss more about the other paintings?

Lola Ridge: I think tomorrow will be the best opinion because its already too late.

Joe Jones: Ok then fix a time to meet tomorrow on the same pathway by the coffee shop.

Lola Ridge: How about 7 in the evening?

Joe Jones: Perfect, so let’s meet tomorrow at sharp 7.

Lola Ridge: Ok, see you then. Goodbye and Take Care.

Joe Jones: It was nice meeting you, Goodbye.