Friday, October 9, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1988)

Lucebert (Lubertus Jacobus Swaanswijk)
People Crossing the Border
1988
oil on canvas
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Corneille (Guillaume Cornelis van Beverloo)
1948
1988
lithograph
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Kenneth Aptekar
Herald
1988
oil on copper
San Jose Museum of Art, California

Ed Blackburn
Jesus and the Money-Changers
1988
oil on canvas
Dallas Museum of Art

Louise Bourgeois
Cove
1988
bronze
Nasher Sculpture Center, Dallas

Roger Brown
California Hillside
1988
oil on canvas
New Orleans Museum of Art

Carole Feuerman
Brooke with Beach Ball
1988
plaster
NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Nan Goldin
Matt and Lewis in the Tub Kissing, Cambridge
1988
C-print
Institute of Contemporary Art, Boston

Fer Hakkaart
Golden Fleece
1988
oil on canvas
Museum De Lakenhal, Leiden

Scott Heiser
Ringling Brothers Circus, New York
1988
gelatin silver print
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Jeff Koons
Christ and the Lamb
1988
giltwood and mirror
Art Institute of Chicago

Joni Mabe
The Official Elvis Prayer Rug
1988
lithograph
Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia

Robert Mapplethorpe
Gorham Seafood Servers
1988
gelatin silver print
Dallas Museum of Art

Robert Mapplethorpe
Neck
1988
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Robert Mapplethorpe
Tulip
1988
dye imbibition print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Scott Miller
Untitled
1988
oil on canvas
Akron Art Museum, Ohio

Cattivo Tempo

Sirocco brings the minor devils: 
A slamming of doors
At four in the morning
Announces they are back,
Grown insolent and fat
On cheesy literature
And corny dramas,
Nibbar, demon
Of ga-ga and bĂȘtise,
Tubervillus, demon
Of gossip and spite.

Nibbar to the writing room
Plausibly to whisper
The nearly fine,
The almost true;
Beware of him, poet,
Lest, reading over
Your shoulder, he find
What makes him glad,
The manner arch, 
The meaning blurred,
The poem bad.

Tubervillus to the dining-room
Intently to listen,
Waiting his cue;
Beware of him, friends,
Lest the talk at his prompting
Take the wrong turning,
The unbated tongue
In mischief blurt
The half-home-truth,
The fun turn ugly,
The jokes hurt.

Do not underrate them; merely
To tear up the poem,
To shut the mouth
Will defeat neither:
To have got you alone
Self-confined to your bedroom
Manufacturing there
From lewdness or self-care
Some whining unmanaged
Imp of your own,
That too is their triumph. 

The proper riposte is to bore them;
To scurry the dull pen
Through dull correspondence,
To wag the sharp tongue
In pigeon Italian,
Asking the socialist
Barber to guess
Or the monarchist fisherman to tell
When the wind will change,
Outwitting hell
With human obviousness.

– W.H. Auden (1949)