The Attic (a name which commemorates our first physical location) is, first and foremost, a site for the research students of the School of Museum Studies at the University of Leicester: a virtual community which aims to include all students, be they campus-based and full-time, or distance-learning and overseas. But we welcome contributions from students of museum studies - and allied subject areas - from outside the School and from around the world. Here you will find a lot of serious stuff, like exhibition and research seminar reviews, conference alerts and calls for papers, but there's also some 'fluff'; the things that inspire, distract and keep us going. After all, while we may be dead serious academic types, we're human too.

Monday, February 11, 2008

A review...of sorts

I'm kind of reluctant to post this. Read on, and you'll see why...

On Sunday I went to see Ancient Greeks: Athletes, Warriors and Heroes, a British Museum travelling exhibition, currently on display at New Walk Museum. I intended to do a straight review, but then I had a stunning idea (always dangerous).

I'm participating in the Thing-A-Day project, and I thought I could (to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak) see if there was a way of achieving both tasks with the same piece of work. Hence, the following poem (yes, you read that right - a poem) inspired by the exhibition. Quite honestly, it has to be the worst poem ever written in the history of civilization but, hey, at least I've tried to approach this post from a new, more creative angle. *ha!*

And so, without futher ado, I present to you dear Attic readers, the first piece of poetry I have written for public consumption since I was, oh, about eleven! Please be kind.

Black and red-figured amphorae,
Images of young men honing their skills.
They do battle, in sport, in the theatre,
To achieve status,
To become citizens.

The victorious athlete raises his absent arm
To place a wreath of laurels upon his head.
A hoplite combats his Persian counterpart
In a symbolic battle between civilisation and barbarity.
Greece, the cradle of learning.

In the arena are poets, musicians and actors.
A clever turn of musical or literary phrase.
A comedy,
A tragedy,
Sophokles is a fighter too.

Myth and reality fuse.
Herakles achieves redemption -
The Olympiad delivered of his labours.
An odyssey.
A wooden horse.

A woman covers her hands in an act of modesty.
Her marble-chill gaze looks distant,
Through time, she has prevailed.
In life, smothered by her culture,
As the folds of her cloak envelope her now.

And yet all ends, changes.
The past is forgotten, meaning is lost.
Those accursed statues and pagan icons,
Are destroyed to save the present
From the long since dead.


Kostas said...

Absolutely brilliant Amy!!! What an inspiration!

Ceri said...

Yes, not bad at all! I imagine it was very difficult to write that so well done for being so creative. Maybe it could be the start of a new challenge, rather like 'Whose line is it anyway?' do it in the style of... anything but a proper review structure. For example, write a review in the style of Foucault ha ha! Or in the style of an 80s pop song (so saxophone it is)

Amy said...

I shall be writing this comment in the style of a 1980's sax solo. ;)

Thanks for your support folks - but it's certainly not something I shall be attempting again in the near future!