Herein I continue down the rabbit hole of homoerotic greco-roman inspired poetry. I feel like this blog post has been inspired by the spirit of VH1’s pop-up video.
So lets talk about Nimes – It is a city in the south of France and there is indeed a ruin of a roman bath there. But I think perhaps we are talking here about bath houses frequented by gay men in the 70s.
Lets talk more about the south of France, Occitanie. This is an interesting place. It is the land of the troubadours. It is also the land of the Cathars, a heretical christian sect massacred by the king of France.
So some background on what it means to go to a bath house in Nimes.
“In the hall of mirrors no body speaks” – why not? Do they just look? I guess in a Anechoic hall people may speak – for the novelty of not hearing an echo. But you know where else there is a hall of mirrors… Versailles – Also France. lets proceed.
“An ember smolders before hallowed cheeks” speaks/cheeks. I get it. I dont really get this line. Smolders is an exciting and evocative word. Cheeks is like butt cheeks – maybe too much too soon (dont give it all ways).
The next line – emptying pockets – to me this is auditory. i hear it. In the hall of mirrors where no one speaks. There is only the clanging of disrobing.
“My god forgive me” – I don’t love this line -the Romans would not have a problem with disrobing. Perhaps there is another way to express guilt.
“Some say love” This is a the beginning of a Bette Middler song – The Rose. It is also a film staring the divine Ms M, which I think is a fictional rendering of the life of Janice Joplin. Bette Middler played a lot in Bath Houses (also apparently my parents saw her at the Copa in the 70s).
“love, repels what it sees” – interesting. Not my love language, but create a new lexicon for me and introduce me to new ways of loving. Love as magnetic is a language, but love as the magnetic repulsion this could be a new language. It is not explored in the rest of the poem.
“In the steamroom, inconsolable tears” This is beautiful and heart breaking.
I don’t understand the little green crests in the whirlpool. Really it is green that I’m hung up on. Because little green men are aliens or maybe leprechauns. Otherwise I could guess what this whole section is about … riding against death… – wink wink – hot. This rises above cliche. So another interesting thing poetry does is take existing languages, idioms, and vocabularies, and refines them.
“bright beach towel” I like this alliteration. It is also very visual. There is only darkness until this line.
“and tongue, good things, make something sweet
A beautiful last line. We dont discuss bodies at all in this poem until the end
although we know that is it is about bodies. Make something sweet of fear– sigh…