April 14, 2024 A Preview of GERANIUM LAKE: POEMS ON ART AND ART-MAKING, Part I, and Poem, “I Wanted to Be a Painter”

The biggest poetry news on my own horizon is the publication of my fourth full-length collection of poems. It is called Geranium Lake: Poems on Art and Art-Making. It is scheduled to come out mid-to-late summer, and is being published by the Aldrich Press imprimateur of Kelsay Books. Many of the poems in the collection were written over the past eight years in response to the April Poem-a-Day challenge. The title, and the title poem, were inspired by the pigment, geranium lake, which was used often by Van Gogh and other Impressionist painters.

The collection is divided into eight sections. For me, ekphrastic poetry is a very big tent, indeed, covering poems inspired by and/or describing any art-form, high or low, insider or outsider, and even the way nature exhibits artistic and design principles. Over the next eight days, I will give a one-poem glimpse into each section, and offer a little background on that poem.

The first section is called “Color Wheel” and in centered on poems about painting–both particular paintings and the act of making pictures by brushing paint onto canvas. “I Wanted to Be a Painter” was written on my second stay at the “Art Loft” apartment over the Lanesboro Arts shop on Parkway Avenue in the bluff country river town of Lanesboro, Minnesota. It was first published in ONE ART: a journal of poetry.

Once upon a time…Julia’s visit to the studio of Fred Sommers…
I Wanted to Be a Painter


And I still do.
I picture lying down
to soak up malachite
and vermillion
through my pink skin,
rubbing my face with wild 
persimmon and aubergine,
then washing myself clean
with icy aquamarine.

I’ve tried. It’s true.
See from these twisted,
empty tubes just what
I cannot do.

So I retreat now into
bone-pale paper-birch strips,
add marks in reed-strokes
of midnight tone,
all hushed, mute, 
stark—
each line one sharp-edged
Scandinavian hue.


Leslie Schultz

Wishing you a day of color and joy, LESLIE

Memorial Union, University of Wisconsin–Madison

ONE ART Publishes My Poem “The Amaryllis”

I am so pleased the ONE ART: A Journal of Poetry has published my poem, “The Amaryllis.” This poem is based on a very vivid memory of my time in Lake Charles, Louisiana nearly a lifetime ago. This online journal is one I check often, discovering new favorite poems and poets whose work I have not previously known. Take a few minutes to scroll down their archives to make your own particular discoveries of new voices and visions. (Recent favorites of mine include “My Late Husband Speaks to Me in Flute” by Faith Shearin and “In Darkness” by Ted Kooser.)

Note: One Art posts a new poem most days, so you might need to scroll down a bit, to October 17, 2021 to locate the poem. (Scroll slowly so you can read the newest poems by other poets!)

Happy Reading! Leslie

ONE ART Publishes My Poem “I Wanted to Be a Painter”

Last spring, when a poet friend, Sally Nacker, told me about the online publication, ONE ART: A Journal of Poetry, brainchild of poet Mark Danowsky, I was reading the biography of Elizabeth Bishop by Thomas Travisano. (I posted a bit about this biography, Love Unknown, in April.) Bishop’s splendid poem, “One Art”, has been on my refrigerator, where I see it several times every day, for a long time now.

(Last week, The New York Times honored it with a close-up and succinct analysis: “19 Lines That Turn Anguish Into Art” by Dwight Garner and Parul Sehgal.)

In May, I made my first submission to ONE ART, and was delighted when I learned that Mark had accepted my poem, “I Wanted to Be a Painter”, for publication on June 22, 2021–today! I have always yearned for the visual arts, doing my best with quilting and photography, but (though dabbling) never gaining much skill with the brush myself. (Indeed, even quotidian painting tasks can cause crises of confidence for a time, as my partially painted basement stairs project, started last June, stands witness at the moment!) I wrote this poem last fall, coincidentally (or not) when Tim and I were staying in the Art Loft apartment in Lanesboro, Minnesota, (above the local Arts Guild), the same apartment where I first stayed with my friend, Ann Lacy in 2015, and where I took my cover photograph for my first collection of poems, and then, the next foggy morning, wrote the final poem (and title poem). (Below is a photograph I look from the Art Loft window that July.)

And ONE ART itself celebrates the interconnectedness of all the arts (perhaps their common root) on its home page with a superb banner photograph of an Esso station. Not only is the imaging compelling in and of itself, it recalls, with a clean twist, one of the poems of Elizabeth Bishop that I love most, “Filling Station,” from the “Elsewhere” section of her 1965 collection, Questions of Travel. The interconnectedness of the arts (and their entanglement in all of life) is much on my mind this week as I finished reading Rebecca West’s marvelous 1965 novel (autobiographical fiction of her childhood) titled The Fountain Overflows, and it has prompted me to send off for a copy of her 1928 collection of essays on art The Strange Necessity.

As I look back over my own photographs, I find few of filling stations, but I did take this one up on the North Shore when there on a trip with my friend, Jan, some years back, outside a restaurant (a different kind of filling station).

Wishing you an art-filled day! LESLIE

From the Art Loft Apartment Window, 2015)