Thursday, October 15, 2009

Poetics 2

While walking through the museum I was feeling tired and uninspired until I saw this sculpture of a girl. Sculptures don’t usually “move” me, but this one stayed in my memory while I walked through the rest of the museum. I finally went back to the sculpture and began scribbling down my immediate emotions while examining the girl. As I was examining her I began to feel sympathetic towards the inanimate object. I began to wonder why she is covering herself—hiding her face from everyone. So, when I wrote the poem I knew that I wanted to include the question “What is she hiding from?” But I began to see myself in the sculpture so I changed the question to “What are you hiding from?” I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going with the poem, and I am still not satisfied with it. I know that I felt so much more than this while looking at the girl, but as I examined her I found myself becoming less poetic and sounding more like an art historian.

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