Tag Archives: Art

IN ART AS IN LIFE

IN ART AS IN LIFE

There are girls with tattoos
that go to places you cannot see
for clothes, or they without mirrors

There is art stolen by Nazis
that has never been recovered

There are more
openings than you can attend
more miles
in the Louvre, Prada and Hermitage

Here on the fridge, home from grade 2
notice the use of color and light

ON THE OTHER HAND

ON THE OTHER HAND

In Haifa
we visited a home
with original paintings by Chagall
(You know how he can always
make you feel like you can fly)
and a bomb shelter
under the stairs

Stopped at a wall by a bus stop
with one stone for each child
killed in the explosion

And looked down on the harbor
across the order and beauty
of the gardens of the Bahai

Looked out across the water
to Lebanon where the last
rockets flew

BARBARIANS 2003 AD

BARBARIANS 2003 AD

“We thought of ourselves as people of culture.
How long will it be till others see us that way again? “
Iraqi friend of poet Naomi Nye

The collected works of Hafiz
still outsell the Koran in Iran

Today in Baghdad bombs and fear
scattered lovers of Rumi and Kabir

Museum of modern man’s cradle
lost eighty centuries in a day

Book starved minds, educated thumbs
video game cowboys blew it all away

We thought ourselves people of culture
how long before we can look
at ourselves that way again

CHARTRES CATHEDRAL MAY 9, 2001

CHARTRES CATHEDRAL MAY 9, 2001

Standing at last
in medieval thought made visible
one hundred and seventy three of the most
beautiful stained glass windows in the world
ten thousand figures in glass and stone

Feeling the light and form form feelings

Dorsey and I drift apart
pulled for a moment by different magnets

I look up I have no words
I beckon her over she crosses the rough stone

I kiss her gently hold her a moment and
point to the small center window
high in the west side of the south wing

Where light breaking through cloud
throws fractured beams
through centuried dust
in an exact way and at an exact angle
that it has never slanted before
and will never slant again

We wander in awe
together and apart
light candles, marvel at the art

Famous labyrinth where penitents
crawled three football fields on their knees
Without knowing it had once been there
I miss the Minotaur in the middle

As evening falls I sit on a stone step
by the central altar
watching
for a long time the sun as it sinks
rising in the West Rose Window

From the center
each ring moving outward
moves towards me in explosion 3D

Again I have no words

The words are

From the unquestionable hand
of the undeniable God
a universe flung forth
in crystal cacophony
and order