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Poetry and Architecture

07/18/2008

Me, I’m a minimalist.

And I’ve always liked the spare poetry of Kay Ryan.
Today she was named the 16th Poet Laureate of
the United States.
Congratulations Kay Ryan.
A poem of hers, reminds me of a place I like.

Shark’s Teeth

Everything contains some
Silence. Noise gets
Its zest from the
Small shark’s tooth-
Shaped fragments
Of rest angled in it. An hour
Of city holds maybe a minute of these
Remnants of a time
When silence reigned, compact and dangerous
As a shark. Sometimes a bit of a tail
Or fin can still
Be sensed in parks.

Reminds me of this “rhyme”

Mies’ great Farnsworth House, a retreat from the city,
“compact and dangerous”
and Damien Hirst‘s shark.
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"A wounded house"

01/29/2008

A beautifully written New York Times story on a desecration of a farmhouse that belonged to poet Robert Frost.

Maybe it strikes me because I’ve just been traipsing through snowy Vermont woods; and because many years ago, newly in innocent love, I visited the Frost farm, and found it a gentle place.

Perhaps the real “culture war” in this country is not between left and right, but between people with some enlightenment, and people without enough.

Here’s another fine Dan Barry column titled, “A Place Just Like Every Other Place. Only Not.”

And check out the equally moving photographs in the slideshows by Ángel Franco.

They travel and work together to produce the New York Times column “This Land.”

-E

Photo: Ángel Franco/The New York Times

12/26/2006

More poetry about headless torsos

Inspired by Magdalena Abakanowicz’s “Agora,” newly unveiled in Chicago, we reminded you of TS Eliot’s, “We are the hollow men …

Now we post some
Carl Sandburg.
Born in Sandburg Village in 1878… That’s not true; but he did write these lines, about another headless sculpture ….

” And you left off the head here,
The skull found always crumbling neighbor of the ankles.”

Number 11 of Sandburg’s “Chicago Poems.”

We write much more on Agora here.

12/26/2006

More poetry about headless torsos

Inspired by Magdalena Abakanowicz’s “Agora,” newly unveiled in Chicago, we reminded you of TS Eliot’s, “We are the hollow men …

Now we post some
Carl Sandburg.
Born in Sandburg Village in 1878… That’s not true; but he did write these lines, about another headless sculpture ….

” And you left off the head here,
The skull found always crumbling neighbor of the ankles.”

Number 11 of Sandburg’s “Chicago Poems.”

We write much more on Agora here.

12/26/2006

More poetry about headless torsos

Inspired by Magdalena Abakanowicz’s “Agora,” newly unveiled in Chicago, we reminded you of TS Eliot’s, “We are the hollow men …

Now we post some
Carl Sandburg.
Born in Sandburg Village in 1878… That’s not true; but he did write these lines, about another headless sculpture ….

” And you left off the head here,
The skull found always crumbling neighbor of the ankles.”

Number 11 of Sandburg’s “Chicago Poems.”

We write much more on Agora here.

12/05/2006

Abakanowicz, Agora and ……… T.S. Eliot

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

read the poem here.

And a lot more about Agora, here.

12/05/2006

Abakanowicz, Agora and ……… T.S. Eliot

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

read the poem here.

And a lot more about Agora, here.