A Magnetic Personality

marc-antonizes. Somehow it organizes the mob—like so much lead—into rank and file. Somehow it stands us rabble up and makes a row of men stiffen or a rose of lead filings arise. A rose is a rose that arose, a magnetic personality very nearly said. She knew how to draw this one painter to her place in Paris and make him something greater. (She knew how to cube him.) But the magnetic can turn on a dime and go all red like a face of a Rubik’s Cube. In fact, its flip side can repel what it once sucked in— all those friends, Romans, countrymen, cubists.