A crash Course In Art Appreciation.
A Crash Course In Art Appreciation.
Surrealistic was my passing,
as a streetcar hit us broadside,
in a town south of the border,
between life and death both balanced
in a split second of fear.
Fragile metal walls bent inward,
as my innards burst forth outward,
screech of rail and sparks of wire,
driven down the cobbled road.
Not forgetting what I registered,
in my last glance on what's earthly,
before angels swept me upward,
in a transfer from my stop....
I saw Frida Kahlo braced
between two seats
and sketching madly,
though the buses
handrail pierced her,
she was still hoping to capture,
every nuance of my dying,
before she too yanked life's cord.
She survived, her body casted,
like a sculpture, months of bonding,
and the painting of my passing,
hangs in galleries far and wide,
her life also was much briefer,
then the time allotted most,
when she died at 47,
no one captured her last gasp.
But my own face was immortal,
stretched on canvas,
sold for millions,
while my flesh rots in a pine box,
and hers stains a cask of bronze.
But we both went on to glory,
me by fate, and her by pigment,
she two mansions from my palace,
where we share the same bus stop.
Chariots of gold come calling,
with white steeds that fly us upward,
cross the heavens,
to great banquets,
in the vast kingdoms of God,
and she's still sketching
the beauty of this
most majestic place.
In 1925, at the age of eighteen, Kahlo suffered appalling injuries in a streetcar accident, when she was impaled by an iron handrail smashing through her pelvis. Multiple fractures to her spine, foot, and pelvic bones meant that the rest of her life was dominated by a struggle against severe pain and disability; she underwent thirty-two operations in thirty years. She died at the age of 47 on July 13, 1954, possibly a suicide.
Following her accident Kahlo started painting, becoming an important surrealist. Her paintings, mostly self-portraits, employ the iconography of ancient Mesoamerican cultures to depict both her physical suffering and her passion for Mexican politics and for the love of her life, Diego Rivera, whom she married in 1929.