Peter Paul Rubens, El Dios Saturn
oil on linen
Museo del Prado
Madrid, Spain |
G
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EYES
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stephanie
pope
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Domenico Beccafumi
St Lucy, 1521
oil on wood
Pinacoteca Nazionale, Siena |
For he comes, the human child! From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.
-W.B. Yeats, The Stolen Child |
how do you lighten the grave story
the story of the song sung
over the grave of the stolen child?
how do you lighten
the grave and constant
d-meter?
two eyes
a handleless plate
the ‘hand’ hers
promised
to satisfy
the appetite
how do you un d-see
the doe ray me
of that
the hand, hers
the eyes, hers
the plate, d-
luxed; the first
brown-eyed girl I ever knew
was Lucy, my grandma
the lux was hers, is hers
the reflection
my inheritance
never spoken
sometimes you
tell
a story so deeply
you satisfy what never
got said and never got
completely understood
you tell it to win in
the under wood
something won under fully
singing un d-meter
what should never again be lived |
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Additional Links:
the infinite turning poetry on Pan's Labyrinth-Ric Williams
for the absence of rain more-Ric Williams
Pan's Labyrinth
Cliff Bostock on Pan's Labyrinth
Christian Marazzi on Who Killed God Pan? (panic, terror mimetics and "the growing distance" between the human and the inhuman life)
Wilhelm Roscher and James Hillman on Pan & The Nightmare: Two essays
brown-eyed girl
WB Yeats The Stolen Child
Stephanie Pope on The Stolen Child, an essay
The Stolen Child by Keith Donohue |
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