A poem a day

Cigarette Span

You roll and burn a cigarette

from beginning to end.

I watch your planet orange glow and burn.

You’re safe in your train of thoughts.

Suits me fine. I don’t want more.

I’m your one-minute neighbour, friend

sharing shelter as this rain holds on.

A poem for Gabriel Orozco: the global artist

My hands are my heart

or my heart is my hand

hiding the fingers

in the soft of my palm.

You cannot read

the lines on my palms, but feel

the strength in my arms.

I am the clay man with strong muscles

sitting in front of a kitchen table

in New York, in Mexico, in Paris.

I strip tyres,

I decorate skulls,

I scavenge,

I jumble-tumble.

I’m difficult.

Life is a solo act,

a casual scooter in Berlin,

a bad rehearsal.

The shoe box doesn’t count.

Gabriel Orozco is a Mexican artist who has been named ‘one of the most influential artists of this decade’, and his works are marked by wit and playfulness. He has participated in the Venice Biennale for three times and is represented by Marian Goodman Gallery.

Tate Modern is hosting his first major UK retrospective until 25 April.

Review by Jackie Wullschlager, FT

Review by Richard Dormant, The Telegraph

An essay by George Macchi, TATE ETC