This was erected over the Rose F. Kennedy Greenway in Boston last spring.
Articles were published in which the authors referred to it as “the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen”.
I had a different reaction.
While I’ve developed a certain appreciation for the work since writing this poem, I am still out of line with the artist’s supposed intention, which still leaves something to be desired, in my opinion.
My poetic response, below:
When I look at art,
I want to be elevated,
I want to feel reverence,
I want to feel my legs grow,
to raise me up to it,
I want to throw my head back, exalted by the rumbling of the greatness within me,
I want to fall in love;
I don’t want to be confused.
The neon weaving cries out,
“Look at me! Look at me!”
So I do and I say,
The idea was to connect past with present
as if that doesn’t speak for itself.
You are commemorating a material experience that no longer is –
Let me build a non-functioning sequin-plated polyethylene statue,
an elegy to an aqueduct and
The present –
Your homage to a fleeting moment.
You’d like us grounded,
This acrobatic mesh floating above me
Yes, this is where our city is, now.
Looking up to what?
I am looking ahead,
constantly creating in this moment you call now.
I weave the threads of time into the future.
I look up by looking in,
I don’t quite grasp your principle –
you get me to pause,
to look up
“What the fuck?”