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On Jasper Johns' Targets, and: On Two Paintings by Thomas Eakins
- Prairie Schooner
- University of Nebraska Press
- Volume 79, Number 4, Winter 2005
- pp. 34-35
- 10.1353/psg.2006.0050
- Article
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Prairie Schooner 79.4 (2005) 34-35
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On Jasper Johns' Targets, and: On Two Paintings by Thomas Eakins
Joseph P. Wood
On Jasper Johns' Targets
The picket fence, the fintailed roadster,
the TV dinner, Leave it to Beaver –
these are the target's peripheries. Dead
center is us, vanishing point, our dreadexemplified by his busy brushwork. Where's
the half-shadowed lakes, the spread
of background trees, his critics complained,
where's the art? Black ash in the airwould be Johns' reply, if he weren't so cool.
He wore indifference like a well-made robe
the aging playboy sports besides the pool.
If the world is to end, better to be lusciousthan panicked, playfully spinning the globe
on a finger, half-cocked grin of a fool. [End Page 34]
On Two Paintings by Thomas Eakins
Exactitude of tricep, extended, strained:
your rowers caught mid-motion. Hue of the skin,
late day's pale light on water – each minutia
gridded & plotted, no deviation, the painon the sculler's face is science. The same
patterns that made a body human, you claimed,
were found inside the clockworks of our nation:
money & law, thank God, were limbs of Darwin.You praised your era, but that era loathed
your steadfast bluntness: young men unclothed,
diving into a pond, a finger reaching toward
a buttock – as if that hand could wield a knife& slice away the aristocracy – Its scorn
made you retreat. Decline became your pose.
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