Sad news. Lucian Freud, one of the greats of British post-war painting, has died, at the age of 88. I had the pleasure to see him several times as he dined at his table at The Wolseley. Yesterday, according to The Guardian, that table was draped in a black cloth with a single candle on it. Freud, whose paintings sold for tens of millions, was famously linked to Sigmund Freud, his grand-father. I recall studying his work in art history class back at college in Montreal; we were all taken aback by and impressed with his attention to genitals, and to the gross realities of human fleshiness. Later, in London, I looked into his late self-portrait and recognized in its slashes of dark colours genius, and dark self-reflection. Genius can be complicated, strange, ugly, and attractive, all at once, in a compelling way; the best art usually is. I am not sure Freud was a person you'd want to meet unless you were a beautiful woman, or someone to model for him, or a close friend; he emanated a sense of danger. I am glad to have seen him at a distance; and to have seen his paintings up close. One of his children, Annie Freud, is one of the best English poets of her generation; my condolences to her and the rest of his family.
When you open your mouth to speak, are you smart? A funny question from a great song, but also, a good one, when it comes to poets, and poetry. We tend to have a very ambiguous view of intelligence in poetry, one that I'd say is dysfunctional. Basically, it goes like this: once you are safely dead, it no longer matters how smart you were. For instance, Auden was smarter than Yeats , but most would still say Yeats is the finer poet; Eliot is clearly highly intelligent, but how much of Larkin 's work required a high IQ? Meanwhile, poets while alive tend to be celebrated if they are deemed intelligent: Anne Carson, Geoffrey Hill , and Jorie Graham , are all, clearly, very intelligent people, aside from their work as poets. But who reads Marianne Moore now, or Robert Lowell , smart poets? Or, Pound ? How smart could Pound be with his madcap views? Less intelligent poets are often more popular. John Betjeman was not a very smart poet, per se. What do I mean by smart?
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My artist wife Rusty was a big fan of Lucian Freud. He was, in some ways, Britain's answer to Picasso. Although his children won't be left poor by his passing, it is a sad loss to the art world in general.
Best wishes from Simon