Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Just Account Of An Owl






































“Le Hibou de la Mort” (Owl of Death) by Pablo Picasso (1952)


Not all owls are nocturnal or guiltless 
A predator is purely evil even when sleeping; the owl ceases to abandon its will to hunt 
The birds of the night who immerse their feathers in the absence  
Sleep is redemption 
The face that acts, as the satellite dish, can never be trusted 
Not even for a second does the owl release mercy upon its prey 
Facial ruff for the rough character of fitting chronicles 
The owl that cries during the night is the victim of something unthinkable and 
Never to be known about

Never paint an owl 
Never romanticize one either
It can't wait to see the reaction when the owl lands on the shoulder 
A black eye is never desirable 
Face-forwarding eyes are far-fetched from the human form 
Large ear holes and a beak borrowed from the hawk complete the description 
Not before, a flattened face and a circle of facial fleece, around each eye 
What does an owl see differently that human eyes can’t 
Capture the same

Never befriend the antagonist of the myth 
Fables tell of the role of the owl as fortunetellers of death
If an owl flies over a house during any point of the day, a person is bound to die 
Or have a resident from that household pass at an early hour 
Owls are foreseers of the future 
Catch them before they see ours
Or, bid farewell in suffocation, or otherwise 
Studies have shown
Picasso would have been frightened had his paintings ever come to life upon completion