Dalí, tourist in Rome
What could be more surreal
than Salvador visiting
a baroque Roman church?
But this Christ of Saint John of the Cross
stands amid frescoes and sculpture spanning
centuries. An act of artistic faith,
this modern Christ in a drone’s-eye-view
over Calvary, a fishing boat below—
is a gift of contradictions,
fruit of a saint’s fiery dark nights
and an artist’s restless search for God.
No coincidence, nearby is a cross
said to be miraculous, saved from fire
that consumed this church,
said to cure a Roman plague,
brought by a pope in COVID
to St. Peter’s for his lone walk to pray
in silence for healing in another
time of plague.
And would Dalí smile to see close by
the tomb of Cardinal Giovanni Michiel,
who died of poisoning,
whose cook was put to death by the pope?
But rumors still persist,
it was the Borgias.
I rest my camera and try to fathom
faith, real and surreal,
that hung
and hangs
before us.
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This is wonderful. Powerful ending, too!
Thanks, Chelsie…it was a surprise, finding this famous painting on exhibit here!
Yes, how interesting!
my eye ‘autocorrected’
both popes to ‘popcorn’
so naturally, my reading
of this is askanced/askew
🙂
Now, you’ve got me thinking…does the pope have popcorn when watching Argentina play footbal?
pope-y butter fingers.. haha
you also sent me down a rabbithole of thought about photography in dreams..
have i ever seen a person taking pictures in my dreams?
how would a photograhper in dreams get their film developed?
would the negatives, actually be positive, and the photo prints be negative? etc etc..
i know none of of that has to do with your poem, but you opened a portal of thought for me. (thanks.)
I love it ask what Dali thinks! The ending is very satisfying. Thank you, as always, for taking us along on your travels.
love how the painting, the cross, the poisoning and punishment, and the word “hangs” all embrace the “gift of contradictions”
Wow – what power in the juxtaposition and in the details. I am learning so much from your poetry, Greg!
Love:
a gift of contradictions,
fruit of a saint’s fiery dark nights
and an artist’s restless search for God.
Love how you inform us:
brought by a pope in COVID
to St. Peter’s for his lone walk to pray
in silence for healing in another
time of plague.
The cross was pointed out to me, the church where the painting is on exhibit is the permanent home of this famous crucifix.
It’s always the Borgias
I love being there with you as you wonder about these artists and eras and how to complement and/or contradict one another. It’s fascinating to learn things in poems!
Thanks, Ellen, this has been the most fun, and most productive, LexPoMo yet. One week left!!