"inculcates" poems
Precipio
Beneath the cherubs of Basilica di
Santa Maria Maggiore, St. Frances of
Assisi inculcates the embroidered
*Il tuo sorriso è l’alba che ** perso questa mattina*
word of God, threaded into centuries
of artwork extinction, rehabilitated
into the minds of a museum, where
we cannot touch, only to distinguish,
what is ours, what is there’s, why
we must perderò understand the
implications of sunrises bringing
another day of God to teach.
Our loss of Nativity is
freestanding figures
brought on by time.
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I was invited to read poems as a response to Ann Hamilton's exhibit at the Spencer Museum of Art. Read more about this event here: (This poem is actually shaped like a face, but I can't get the lines to stay, but you can see the actual shape at the link)
http://shannonathompson.com/2013/04/19/reading-event-ann-hamilton-at-the-spencer-museum-of-art/
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
What would be if I were to forget about him and his distant mind and let myself fall in love?
Because I don't understand why it is so difficult to avoid your glance
Or attempt to elicit it with my own.
There is so much about you that I forget when I've succumbed to his mystery
But there is so much more that inculcates in my brain
Scratching at its walls and
Painting pictures to be erased
And so I proceed to move on to napkin 3.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC