Poetry
five
Flag, 1954-55 (I)
Encaustic, oil & collage on fabric mounted on wood (3 panels)
41� x 60� inches
to read a painting to read a page is to live overlapping moments flattened on a plane
a site of love & aggression every object of study a fantasy object that survives
the inevitable reader who says hello dear other i destroyed you i love you
a technique of individuation & an inescapable condition of cultural production
to paint a flag means design�s taken care of johns says in 1959 it gives me room
to work on other levels which other levels does he mean ? critics ask for decades
the commonplace as a painting its affect flat as a slap it�s the military application
of visual techniques for focusing desire or aggression an affront to certain histories
of art graphic design nationhood & aren�t there other other levels ? i ask the flag
as i pull back the bedsheet beneath layers of newspaper & tinted wax & lie down
not really collage a critic says not really encaustic the dream of a former soldier
with a new boyfriend & an estranged alcoholic father dead the day before his first show
the flag�s a fantasy of love & destruction emblem of everything conflicted inside him
the flag�s an affect wide as migraine debilitating & interesting to lie down inside
White Flag, 1955
Encaustic, oil & collage on fabric (3 panels)
78� x 120� inches
for Lauren Berlant
the flag�s an affect white as migraine debilitating & interesting to lie down inside
the surface churn of pigment & wax & figure how i feel beginning with structure
a layer of paper & cloth collage over stretched sateen sensual bedclothes of a rough fuck
paramnesia streaked with semen the way sexuality hooks up with national fantasy queer
& visited by crippling symptoms in the visual field of citizenship i�ve been here before
as a boy i earn a badge of merit learning to handle the flag correctly it takes a long time
to remember all the rules to fold & store it properly it�s the gentlest i have seen
the white fathers who teach us who take more care with that fabric than they do with
a sissy afraid of their cold war masculinity indifferent to their curriculum of flags
targets & maps i fashion a passionate impassivity in the locker room a lot
like jasper johns his ready-made images i like about them, that they come that way
he says i am very stupid, politically, actually he says pretty much like a jock strap
holding state knowledge a site of the full coming together of violence & reason
dear johns thank you for the headache i hate your archive a faggot has no true flag
Flag, 1954�55 (II)
Encaustic, oil & collage on fabric mounted on wood (3 panels)
41 1/4 � 60 3/4 inches
to johns i write a faggot has no true flag as if his painting a simulacrum
on a bedsheet in layers of newspaper dipped in hot wax could be a true flag
i know it�s not + not not a flag the way a faggot�s not a man + not not a man
i hate his archive but i like this snapshot of him just two years out of the army
crouching beneath this painting in 1955 pale & boyish former soldier
the historian calls a docile body object & target of power johns says he dreamt
of painting this a fact art critics repeat without asking why the historian
calls the soldier�s body a fragment of mobile space as if war were just collage
soldier cut out of context pasted into another like time�s man of the year
in 1951 �name: american� �occupation: fighting man� johns is drafted
works on graphic design in japan while soldiers & civilians millions die
in korea & now here he is in a new york loft his boyfriend behind the camera
saucepans & hot plate on the floor white mound of beeswax to make encaustic
for eight more stars each detail part of a political anatomy still unfinished
Flag above White with Collage, 1955
Encaustic & collage on canvas
22 � 19 inches
forty-eight scars part of a political anatomy still unfinished in the 1950s
the critic writes modern art keeps getting entangled in america�s contradictions
but what doesn�t in any american era i�m an analysand in my anxiety dream
about the flag paintings the analyst says don�t worry paintings also have an unconscious
structured as a language produced in the social field out of a historical situation
some read his deadpan flags as �decadent� rejections of the �heroic� AbEx paintings
the CIA sends around the globe to combat socialist realism i intuitively like to paint flags
johns tells newsweek in �58 i have no ideas about what the paintings imply about the world
EVERY AMERICAN FLAG writes navajo artist demian din�yazh� IS A WARNING SIGN
from 1958-59 this painting tours the country in a show called collage in america
in it a white man in a strip of photo-booth pictures johns finds on the street
looks out from behind stripes stretching past an uneven field of battered stars
i imagine him in davenport nashville tallahassee laramie poughkeepsie
a stranger a watchman passing through his looking looks back at our looking
Flag, 1960
Sculp-metal & collage on canvas with Sculp-metal on wood frame
13⅛ x 11� inches
a stranger a watchman i pass through my looking looks back over this flag for R
a gift johns promises ca. 1957 & only delivers the year before they break up gray
not just as a color that avoids a color situation gray as idea condition material
gray as an attachment broken at the point of most intimate contact so the mind hides it
from itself to preserve it in a fiction that avoids the emotional dramatic qualities
of saying goodbye the gray johns says is a literal quality unmoved & unmovable
here has the force of a passion that causes pain denied & stifled a self that can�t be
revealed or spoken of R keeps it until his death unfrightened of the affection
beginning with structure the division of the whole into parts the painting of a flag
john cage writes has its precedent in the sonnet the grand division of fourteen lines
into eight & six cage doesn�t suggest this makes johns a poet & this flag a love poem
the kind only johns can write to glimpse what joys or pains our eyes can share
or answer to quote hart crane a deflection the way i too here throw my voice
still unable to give R the one unbetrayable reply whose accent no farewell can know