Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well-lived.
leave us naked
empty days and nights
your feasting strips humility
scraps of audacity linger-longer
Standing outside, admiring Joan Miro’s outdoor sculpture…
we were invited into The Chicago Temple by a passerby. It was absolutely beautiful inside. Ornate wood and stained glass warmed the interior and our noses.
The Hope of a Condemned Man, Joan Miró
Life is really
all but apologizing,
yeah, you found yourself
“So what!” they scream. Now apologize.
No, your no better -yesterday
climb the stairs to nowhere. -He
he had but
the loveliest of souls.
“It is the black vein in white marble; it gets everywhere, appears under your chisel at any moment without warning. Your statue has to be redone.” Victor Hugo The Last Day of a Condemned Man
Is it a mistake that Rodin loved Victor Hugo? I should say not.
Bust of Young Balzac -Rodin (Columbus Museum of Art)
An example of Rodin’s work in anticipation of visiting the exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago.
(Honoré de Balzac, French novelist and playwright. May 20, 1799 –August 18, 1850)