Our House, Bauhaus

I was rather moved by the Bauhaus exhibit at MoMA. Not only did it bring back memories of the sometimes beautiful, sometimes ugly architecture of Tel Aviv, but it sort of allowed me to understand the kind of art--simple, but elusive---differently. I don't count myself as really good at interpreting the layers of meaning art, but I did in fact find meaning in many of the things I saw. Anyway, here's a poem about it:


A Life in Bauhaus

Let me build you a house
that reminds you of childhood
with simple lines and light
a balanced space made of shapes
we all know

Let me paint you a picture
that looks like childhood
blocks of color, people made of lines
but it is soaked in our feverish dreams
our cool happiness
our flighty anger and our heavy sorrow

Let me make you a cradle
that reminds her of childhood
the crushing breathless beauty
of our little baby girl

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Below: typical Bauhaus apartment building in Tel Aviv