Iron: Man
By Pat G
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Our iron man has no bone
yet stands tumescent -
a shamed flasher
cast out on the fringe
of our central square.
He has no arms or legs;
a giant rusting nobody
who ignores passers-by
and wonders why
he is there at all.
Our iron man presses
against a vulgar belly,
but is hollow and dead;
no eyes, or ears, or balls.
an oxidising priapism
full of stale air.
('Iron: Man', Antony Gormley, Victoria Square, Birmingham)
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ignores passers-by and
ignores passers-by and wonders why he was put there at all. How many 'sculptures' may feel that about themselvse!
I read that it is supposed to represent 'the traditional skills of Birmingham and the Black Country practised during the Industrial Revolution' but I find that difficult to see, except that it is made from iron.
full of stale air seemed to bring it down to earth. I don't know if the sexual undertones were implying it a seeming embarrassing attacker on the city? Rhiannon
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As a Brummie I have seen The
As a Brummie I have seen The Iron Man many times and now I suppose don't see it at all when I pass. I'm sad that it is supposed to represent Birmingham which has so much more than its industry.
But an interesting take in your poem.
Lindy
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Something melancholic here, a
Something melancholic here, a relic cast among us. I like his tough rustiness and how he awkwardly stands in the way, he makes me think of Ted Hughes's Iron Man. You've got me thinking of all of that stale old air inside. Great art choice.
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