Vermeer

The largest group of Vermeers hangs

in Amsterdam. Many travel to Amsterdam

to look at Vermeers as well as De Hooches

and Ter Borches. There is also a dark district

where one may be included in unspeakable acts

well within the traveler’s budget. First name

Jan pronounced nearly Yawn. Painter of luminous

quiet, rivaled only by Van Eyck in depiction

of spiritual reflection. Vermeer sold few

paintings in his lifetime. He had to wait

200 years to stop being a failure. Do not

get the hiccups while looking at Woman

Reading a Letter as you will be asked

to leave. Ditto sneezing, belching, coughing,

all of which disperse acids known to destroy

masterpieces. Due to the language barrier,

your removal may be accomplished with

rigorous gesture. Whatever Dutch is written

in the letter is obliterated by light.

Such is the fate of spiritual reflection.

How little I actually know about Vermeer

and how loath I am at the idea of finding out more.

Oddly, Vermeer was said to have had a large

penis although not as large as John Dillinger’s.

Like many artists, he communicated in code.

His relation to the female figure is part

oblong to conic section, part man in tight

underwear. One leaves the Vermeers, unlike

the work of French masters, with an unsated

need for a glimpse of the naked babysitter.

In Vermeer, women appear both nunnish and

knocked-up. Some questions are best not asked.