03/04/2023
PERMANENT EXHIBIT (FLORENCE 2019)
Kathryn Temple
https://medium.com/
https://georgetown.academia.edu/KathrynTemple
We’re tourists at the Uffizi, we don’t know much
about art so listen to the guide, it’s light versus dark,
Botticelli, Leonardo, Caravaggio, chiaroscuro
under the porticos, in the galleries, on every wall.
A madonna cradles a glowing child, all the
madonnas hold hallowed children, the mothers
sit in the dark. I am cranky, I complain,
these women served God, where is their light?
I’m with the science guy, he’s looking for Kepler.
We find the famous painting, smaller than imagined,
the floating face dissolves in the dark, chin buried in black,
he wants to know, what do they have against Kepler.
Cecilia’s shining neck, suspended alit, awaits the sword,
Judith swings a tyrant’s head, blood drips. A swan lies
slick-white against Leda’s dark thigh. Bright-bodied
Hercules fights a green-dark hydra, kill it we think.
We roam from room to room, remark the light, outstare
the dark. Painting after painting, vengeful gods, dying saints,
the medusa, one martyr too many. We’re martyred ourselves,
we’ve sacrificed, our feet hurt, we want the exit, life not art.
Life not art, we walk the grimy streets, the air reeks, Vespas
part the crowds, we scorn designer shops and they scorn us.
People push and shove, they ignore fake David, flock to Ponte Vecchio,
look but don’t buy, complain about the heat, spit in the cobblestones.
Downcast, we hike the hill to the Piazzale, another David, a
closed basilica, we watch the sky darken over the city. A mead
moon rises above the Duomo, a few stars form bright points,
Acrux, Sirius, Cygnus, meteors and moons. Star-lit, enchanted,
we drink from the fountain, eat grapes, bread, cheese,
we are changelings, art lovers now, we review:
Botticelli, Caravaggio, chiaroscuro, beneath the
porticos, in the galleries, on every wall. And here.
This is the sky Leonardo loved.