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Wednesday, 8 October 2008
The images are: Botticelli's Martyrdom of S Sebastian and
A Crucifixion by Giovanni Bellini and Grünwald's Isenheim Altarpiece
About suffering were they never wrong,
Auden's old masters who beautified it,
crucified Christ in gardens of delight
and showed Sebastian as bright as song?
Grünwald alone among them was one strong
enough on truth to let flesh be corrupt,
while Bosch gave fantasy its nightmare flight
with carte blanche for the devil-throng.
But for life's darkest horrors truly told
come closer to our times: Guernica,
the shootings of the Third of May by Goya
or Kahlo's broken body... But does loss
less threaten dressed or with a gentle gloss?
Was that their unique flair, those men of old?
The images in order are: Picasso's Guernica, Goya's The Third of May (1808) and Frida Kahlo's Broken Spinal Column