Lockdown: Thinking of Avigdor Arikha, 1929-2010
It’s lonely watching how the rain runs down
It’s warming watching how the rain runs down
The afternoons revive with television
The afternoons expire with television
A man obsessed with seeing what he saw
Brought out the age-old glass Venetian bowl
He’d almost made a spectre of itself
By painting it so close to evanescence
A thing of light amid a world of light.
He held it up for me to see the light
Which was the day’s light over mansard roofs
In Paris near the jail called Santé (Health)
from The Missing Months (Faber, 2022), © Lachlan MacKinnon 2022, used by permission of the author and publisher, Faber & Faber Ltd.