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I must confess I’ve never been to Rome and the Italian town is on my bucket list for a number of reasons, one of which is the chance to see Michelangelo’s frescoes.
It’s been decades since I wrote one of my favorite poems, “Art:History,” but my desire to see the Sistine Chapel in Rome has never abated. The poem’s inspiration was the section of The Last Judgement depicting god pointing toward Adam, his finger almost touching the nude man’s outstretched hand. I came to respect the artist even more after reading his letters because he never deemed himself worthy of painting the elaborate project.
“I am still in a great quandary, because it is now a year since I had a grosso from this Pope and I do not ask for anything because my work does not seem to me to go ahead in a way to merit it. This is due to the difficulty of the work and also because it is not my profession. In consequence, I lose my time fruitlessly. May God help me.” It’s so ironic to me that he is calling for the grace of god to help him while he is painting one of the greatest representations of forgiveness and wrath that has ever been accomplished. My poem isn’t about Michelangelo but his art was my jumping off point.