Anand PKC: ‘A New Day Rising’ The Society February 14, 2013 Art 1 Comment Anand PKC’s “transcendental realism” is on view now through Feb. 27 at Walter Wickiser Gallery, Manhattan, NY. Featured Image: A New Day Rising, Oil on canvas, 48″ x 34″, 2011 NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Trending now: One Response Bruce Dale Wise February 28, 2013 A NEW DAY RISING: AFTER ANAND PKC “In India, diamonds are everywhere, as they are in China, in America.” —Sri Wele Cebuda By Bruce Dale Wise The water is so blue, the leaves of grass as dry as twigs beneath the similar-hued elephant, so huge, beige-brown and firm, beside the azure sky and branching trees, big, rugged, clumsy, elegant, not in a china shop but in the wide outdoors, important and magnificent, significant. Right at the forefront of the scene, one sees forms—scores— large ears, eyes spread, long trunk past tusks of ivory, thick legs, splayed feet, on one of nature’s many floors, an ambling, like nothing else in Tennessee, or India. I wonder where this is. I sigh… my sight—a new day rising, free. Where can it be? Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Bruce Dale Wise February 28, 2013 A NEW DAY RISING: AFTER ANAND PKC “In India, diamonds are everywhere, as they are in China, in America.” —Sri Wele Cebuda By Bruce Dale Wise The water is so blue, the leaves of grass as dry as twigs beneath the similar-hued elephant, so huge, beige-brown and firm, beside the azure sky and branching trees, big, rugged, clumsy, elegant, not in a china shop but in the wide outdoors, important and magnificent, significant. Right at the forefront of the scene, one sees forms—scores— large ears, eyes spread, long trunk past tusks of ivory, thick legs, splayed feet, on one of nature’s many floors, an ambling, like nothing else in Tennessee, or India. I wonder where this is. I sigh… my sight—a new day rising, free. Where can it be? Reply
