As part of the 2013 Year of Italian Culture in the United States, the Phillips has partnered with the Embassy of Italy to present an exhibition that pairs contemporary Italian photographs with verses by celebrated Italian poets. On view at the Phillips through April 28, the show is complemented by posters featuring its photography/poem pairings on city buses. In honor of National Poetry Month, we bring you a selection from this series.
Gianni Berengo Gardin, Toscana, 1965.
Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,
e questa siepe, che da tanta parte
dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.
“The Infinite” (1819)
Always to me beloved was this lonely hillside
And the hedgerow creeping over and always hiding
The distances, the horizon’s furthest reaches.
Giacomo Leopardi (translation by Henry Reed)
Britton Minor found inspiration in cosmic and “giant, seemingly weightless” installations at the Phillips and responded to our call for found poems, working with words from the Intersections contemporary art series page on our website:
Silhouetted planets riff
on the moonlit mood
The perpetual rotation forces spatial
perception above sunrise,
nightfall paying homage to
a weightless architecture
Maintaining balance activates fragmented
organic objects and extends ecliptic practices
The ethereal glow of three-dimensional
spaces filters the monumental skies,
evoking the first outdoor sculpture
inspired by science
~ Britton Minor
National Poetry Month continues through Monday, and we’re still looking to post your found poetry creations. Read more about found poetry, and how to contribute your own, here.
Frequent commenter Maureen Doalles sprung into action when our call for found poetry went out. She had a poem posted by the following day. Taking her words from this page on our museum’s website, Maureen produced this evocative verse:
Drawing on French Techniques
The impulse gave way
with the barest of means
during the late break
away, the marks a compelling glimpse
into the expressive potential
of intimate rhythms
realized in the fleeting freshness
of bold gestures and interior geometries.
~ Maureen E. Doallas
Read more about found poetry, and how to contribute your own, here.