In addition to being an artist, Markus Lüpertz was a poet. Throughout the exhibition, share your Lüpertz-inspired poems with us to win prizes. Every other week, we’ll issue a new poetry challenge based on images or themes in the exhibition for fresh inspiration chances and to win.
Markus Lüpertz, Der große Löffel (The Large Spoon), 1982. Oil on canvas, 78 3/4 x 130 in. Museum of Modern Art, New York, Anne and Sid Bass Fund and gift of Agnes Gund, 1986 © 2017 Markus Lüpertz / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / VG Bild-Kunst, Germany, Digital Image © The Museum of Modern Art/Licensed by SCALA / Art Resource, NY
THIS WEEK’S CHALLENGE:
This piece, a major work by Markus Lüpertz and a large one at about 10 feet wide, is titled Der große Löffel, or The Large Spoon. In a haiku, describe what you see in this work. Reminder: a traditional haiku is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count.
THIS WEEK’S PRIZE: Four tickets to the Markus Lüpertz exhibition.
TO ENTER: Leave your poem in the comments here, or share on social media with #LupertzPoem. We’ll select winners on Friday, June 9.
gray, red, yellow, blue
circling, writhing, pressing spoon
the moon in your bowl
garden art abound
chaos amongst seasonings
autumn’s last harvest
The pot now empty
I can see what is inside
I am blessed with sight
Anxious Yellow Limb
Bent by giant leering Spoon
Run if you choose to
Empty and waiting
I am made to be of use
who will pick me up?
The Large Spoon
Times corrodes, greed swells.
When we have destroyed the world–
a monogrammed spoon.
Eileen,
Congratulations! You’re the winner of four tickets to the special exhibition. To redeem, please email contests@phillipscollection.org with “Poetry Challenge” in the subject line. Thanks so much for participating!
Amy
Colonial spoon
Floats above a sea of food
Why not dive and scoop?
Haiku for large spoon
Called upon to feed the hungry
Cannot save them all.
Life’s often like that:
One force stabilizes while
The rest tear apart.
Oh so ravenous!
Nourish me like a baby
Craving sincere warmth
detritus of war
armor carnage and chaos
we hunger for soup
Empty. Not spoon fed.
Tarnished. Surrounded by junk,
Yellow, blue and red.