Another poem inspired by the art in the Porto Ercole botanical garden last summer.
Prompt 23: “Write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms.“
Right… I felt like someone told me: “Go read the Iliad and write something like that.” This is the kind of poetry closest to my heart but hard to do well. Still, I did something.
Hanging tree The art is called “The Ampullas of Lost Sense”. The sense is found in resin, in fixed mixed medias res(in), hanging by a thread. No sense in comp -eating with nature. As in art, so in life it always wins, after she gives you a good thrashing.
Below you will see that this installation by the Italian artist Malù dalla Piccola was indeed called Le ampolle del senno perduto (Gauze in resin and copper, 2021) but online I find it named Astolfo sulla luna.
It was part of “Endgame”, an exhibition of sculptural interventions located throughout the Corsini Botanical Gardens in Porto Ercole, curated by Luia Corsini in collaboration with Massimo Mininni. I visited it last August with my travelling uncle.
Here are more photos of this beautiful piece. The last photo is nature, not art.
I wish Marsha, our Photographing Public Art Challenge host, good luck with her surgery and healing.
For Photographing Public Art Challenge (PPAC) hosted by Marsha at Always Write
The last day in my NaPoWriMo history
2018: A prolific yellow and green discussion (cento)
Have you seen green? Have you seen green grass? So green, grass. So green. I’d like to be like that. All that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree. I guess it’s because I’m greener than green. They call me mellow yellow, quite rightly. It’s not easy being green.
2019: Oh my dog
I talk to you. Probably I never talked to anybody as much as I talk to you. You are here and I am here and we have each other to talk to. Sometimes I drive with you in the back and it’s stressful enough to drive around Rome but then I have to park too so I offer it to you, this part. You seem so fresh and eager.
Double brass, double digit, dabba doo. Our mind sees it as a knocker. Our mind sees it as a double knocker. Ready to open or close at length, at will, at your service. Visit now a completely different style: Rear or front or service, with one foot out. Across the middle a bar as if the door had a belt. There is a vertical line separating two halves sometimes. Add another bar in the middle. And all tops seem to be narrower. (Visit the post to see all the doors.)
2021: Let It Bleed (cento)
It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play Smiling faces I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say: “Don’t play with me Cause you’re playing with fire” He likes to keep His fire engine clean It’s a clean machine War, children It’s just a shot away I tell you love, sister It’s just a kiss away It’s all you need
This day in my blogging history
(His compilation in my translation. Photo offline.)
2015: Children don’t need more things. The best toys a child can have is a parent who gets down on the floor and plays with them. —Bruce Perry
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