Crown darkens
forges impressions,
towering,
glaringly
laughing at insanity,
squashing my tiny mind.
.
More Dystopia Today from Carl the Amateur.
Crown darkens
forges impressions,
towering,
glaringly
laughing at insanity,
squashing my tiny mind.
.
More Dystopia Today from Carl the Amateur.
America 2017, Death, Depression, Photography, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Religion & Spirituality, Shadorma
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#1 by Johnny Alexander on February 26, 2017 - 1:49 pm
Yeah. That pretty much describes growing up Catholic in America.
Or Protestant. Or Baptist. Or Lutheran. Or….
#2 by Carl on February 26, 2017 - 1:52 pm
That’s interesting – Most of my allusion was to the architecture, but it works for the institution(s) also.
#3 by Johnny Alexander on February 26, 2017 - 2:35 pm
Yes. I think there is a reason that the word “imposing” is so often used to describe religious buildings.
#4 by clinock on February 27, 2017 - 2:18 am
Hey Carl, I was away from this for a time. Coming back I was glad to see you writing again. I understand your feelings about this architecture. I had no religious upbringing but do have an art and art history background. This steeple fascinates me in its gray and severe design. Architecture has always echoed culture and religious belief, and its affect on us is subtle because we only notice it subconsciously. This one needs a blast of Banksy 😉
#5 by Carl on February 28, 2017 - 6:53 pm
John, It is great to see you back, and I am so lucky to have your visit! Architecture is such a compelling mystery to me. It overwhelms my imagination. I’m not sure it is so bad for our spiritual buildings being the most imposing, but I get impressed by the thoughts about who it was that designed it and then the poor sobs who built it so that some might say how beautiful it is.