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# Robert Vas Dias’s Words Explore the Fact of Things
- URL: https://hyperallergic.com/robert-vas-dias-poetics-of-still-life/
- Published: 2021-10-06T20:42:00.000Z
- Updated: 2025-11-24T16:38:25.000Z
- Description: In a hybrid text combining criticism and poems Robert Vas Dias explores the paradoxes of still life painting.
- Author: Burt Kimmelman
- Tags: Books, Review, #wp, #wp-post, #image-position-hidden, #Import 2025-11-24 09:11 (2021, 2022, part 1)

*Poetics of Still Life: A Collage* is a sustained meditation on the still life in art. Robert Vas Dias’s new book, which pairs his poetry and art-critical prose—others’ and his own—with artwork, is a subtle discourse on how objects condition our lives in creating an essentially visual field that makes collage possible.

Vas Dias was integral to America’s avant-garde poetry movement subsequent to the well-known anthology *The New American Poetry 1945-1960*. He’s published 17 poetry collections, many collaborations with artists.

Some artworks Vas Dias has chosen, and his accompanying poems, broaden the parameters of the genre. Apples gathered by Paul Cézanne, or bottles on a tray as depicted by James Ensor, are widely recognized as still lifes — but how about Alexandra Exter’s “Constructivist Still Life”(1917, oil on canvas), which art historian Georgii Kovalenko says lacks figuration while possessing “a definite order”? The beautiful inchoate “Lemon”(1967, oil on board) by Louis le Brocquy summons Paul Klee’s “\[revelation of\] the reality behind visible things.” Comments like these are arrayed collage-like (hence the book’s subtitle) around the artworks Vas Dias has selected, accompanied by his own prose and verse. His curation is chronological and begins with a focus on food.

The “Stele of Princess Nefertiabet and food placed in her tomb”(circa 2565 BC) leads Vas Dias to observe that art has become “the food for millennia.” The “picture reincarnates” (his pun intentional); “matter becomes / image becomes spirit.” The stele’s colors have faded but that “doesn’t matter, / matter becomes immortal.”

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Diego Velázquez, 'Kitchen Scene with Christ in the House of Martha and Mary" (1618), oil on canvas, (courtesy The National Gallery, London)

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Velázquez’s “Kitchen Scene with Christ in the House of Martha and Mary”(oil on canvas, 1618) is a turning point in this art history. It’s paired with Vas Dias’s masterful poem “How We Lived.” In Velázquez’s “kitchen interior” food’s become the predicate for the painting’s drama;"fish and eggs” are “arranged / on plates on a table” — while “a resentful Martha” is “pestling something in a vessel” and in another, smaller room (in the painting’s upper right quadrant) Jesus is having a “tête à tête with Mary.” The conversation, off-center, is the revelation. Vas Dias closes his poem with this rumination:

We're the kitchen people half our lives, our lives  
 depend upon the work we do making  
mundane arrangements of the commonplace  
 to nourish the soul and body, the things  
of *vita silente* immutable, immortal, the art of  
 artefacts telling others of how we lived.

Ingesting the body of Christ is really not the point.

Ben Nicholson’s alluring 1950 abstraction, “Still Life Linear(Goblets)” (oil and pencil on canvas) prompts a very different kind of poem in both style and content. Starting with its whimsical title, “Something there is,” Vas Dias raises the question of the object pure and simple:

eye's pleasure to abstract  
 shapes of every day  
  
things from the singular  
 shift into a construct  
  
of objects that is itself  
 an object forgetting  
  
expectation befuddlement  
 become perception  
  
of an artifice becoming  
art essence of pleasure  

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Judith Rothchild, "Quelques-douzaines" (2012), mezzotint on Hahnemühle, (courtesy Robert Vas Diasauthor, © Judith Rothchild)

The poem “Deconstruction Exercise” responds to “Quelques-douzaines,” a 2012 mezzotint by Judith Rothchild. The poem describes her stacked grayish egg crates, and the shadowy eggs residing within their recesses. By listing the image’s evocations, with joyful verve, he documents Rothchild’s avoidance of symbolism:

Besides five paper-pulp egg trays  
 stacked, some with eggs,  
 there's little here except  
  
an early 20th-century *Art Nouveau*  
 architecturally innovative facade  
 of a multi-story block of flats,  
  
rows of quaintly dressed acrobats  
 stacked and balanced  
 on each other's shoulders,  
  
a mysterious cliff face  
 pocked by deep caves  
 hewn by ancient tribes.  
  
an underground Byzantine cistern  
 like the Basilica cistern below Istanbul,  
 where pale fish slowly swim,  
  
rows of women and girls wearing the   
 traditional white Breton *coiffes* that  
 Gauguin painted in Pont-Aven.  

At this point Vas Dias shifts to wry comment: “But this, you say, is realism.” It is, rather than:

an excuse for fantasizing  
 the interior of wasp nests or  
  
anything else. But nothing is more surreal,  
 *nothing more abstract than reality*,  
 fodder for extravagant visions  
  
of the artist's paper dreamscapes:  
 we're always making strange arrays  
 of the real, insistent dreamworld.

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Anthony Eyton RA, "Fruit Comes First" (2019), oil on canvas, (courtesy Browse & Darby, London, © Anthony Eyton)

The book’s final specimen is an amazing self-portrait by Anthony Eyton, “Fruit Comes First” (2019, oil on canvas), in which the human figure looks out at the viewer from within the painting. Is this *nature mort*? The poem starts with factual recognition: “At the far end of the table / ensemble of fruits and vessels // is the maker, *regisseur* / of the *mise-en-scene* // of the bursting studio where / he’s the centre of the arrangement\[.\]” Yet the painting’s narrative is less important than the affect of the paint, how it’s applied, the palette. (Yellow-red orbs on a plate in the foreground are *not* — fruit comes first? — what’s first noticed). “Still Life,” the only poem that is not about a specific image, serves as the book’s frontispiece and begins,

Arrangement is all:  
 how everything falls  
 into its place, the inevitable  
 space that's been made  
 to receive it 

“The art of our century is that of collage,” Guy Davenport once insisted; moreover, “collage is by genre and by strategy the art of still life.” Vas Dias means to enshrine “the things / of *vita silente*” in the resonant *now*. The facticity of objects is set before us. Are they self-evident or metaphysical? The senses, some ancient philosopher whispered in this poet’s ear, are the windows of the soul.

[*Poetics of Still Life: A*](https://www.permanentpress.co.uk/publications.html?ref=hyperallergic.com) *Collage* by Robert Vas Dias can be purchased online and from booksellers.