Notes from the Meijer Sculpture Gardens

Went to the Meijer Sculpture gardens today. I took my little notebook with me, and just wrote at whatever little bits I really liked. Sometimes it was a quick, rough poem, and other times a little narrative entry, and others a whole bunch of I don’t know what.

I think, instead of trying to give an original entry here, I’ll just give you what I wrote earlier. Hopefully some of it is good, to make up for the fiction posted yesterday which was less-than-so.



The Sculpture Garden is beautiful.

I’m sitting on a rock at the edge of a pond, watching the freshly fed goldfish fight over the grains of processed feed still hovering on the surface. They are big fish, dappled with gold and black and white. They make ripples on the surface as they swim, and steadfastly refuse to nibble at my fingers, even when I wiggle them like worms.


Now I look at a monster: some eight legged thing cast in bronze in the middle of a bed of flowers, standing taller than myself. I think of what had happened had Shelob appeared in the Shire one day, hungry. The legs are spindled, and the body is made of wire. There’s no sign of a head, nor sense to the thing.

I like it.


Another piece, called Listening to History:

A severed head.

Rope wraps and wraps around him,

Like a blindfold, and holds to his ear

A book.

His lips are unreadable.

I wish I could see

His eyes!

Is he enlightened,

or merely dead?


Another piece, a 24 foot tall stallion.


Tall and strong,

cast in bronze,


I wonder:

had this beauty launched 1000 ships,

would Troy have been taken

by soldiers birthed from

the womb of a wooden woman?


There’s a kiddie pool. Not a real one, but deep enough to sink your hands in to. It is filled with painted fish and bright plastic boats.

The space is surrounded by sculpted frogs and prehistoric beavers bigger than I am.

If the things of children also please me, am I to come to the natural conclusion, or is there something more profound here?


There are two concentric circles, cast in greening copper, one inside the other, more than eight feet tall. There are gaps in them, where you can walk in.

Their insides are coated with chain, and water cascades from the top down, into the bronze basin floor.

It paints a moving picture, and once inside, there is nothing to see but the ever-shifting steel and water, and blue sky above.

It is like one’s own refuge against the heat of the day: a soft speaking womb from which one is loathe to escape.


There is a false jungle with twenty foot tall bamboo, and sculpted pandas of stone—

they cannot eat a bite!

All there is is a solitary goldfish who lives in a pond beneath a waterfall and hides when people come near, as if to say, I do not live, just like the rest.


Did you find everything?

asks a well meaning sign after a segment of Styrofoam cave built for children.

And then,

Like a cereal box scavenger hunt:


Ant Eggs










I crawled into that space,

Breathed the earth and searched.

I found them all:

even the penny,

even the gem,

even—how rich I became!—the pencil.


Another sculpture, entitled Lady Hare and Mirror.

Lady Hare looked at herself in the mirror,


As humans sometimes do,

expecting perhaps to see some truth:

A jack rabbit stared back at her,

reared up on hind legs,

almost looking like more than it was.

Lady Hare looked down at herself,

and wondered—

what makes me more than animal?


That’s everything that was in my notebook. I really like some of the ideas in there, especially the one about the listening to history.

I’ll try and find a picture and post it. It was a very interesting sculpture.

I have so much to post suddenly. Three book reviews, more fiction which is in the process of being edited, and some other thoughts.

Will probably post something tomorrow.



  1. chughes said,

    July 8, 2007 at 1:04 am

    i also liked Listening to History, the last two lines were very insightful, strong.
    It’s strange and fitting how all the entries connect, like the layering of sounds in jazz.

    i loved the false jungle, the italiciazed line was very effective.

  2. Chase said,

    July 8, 2007 at 5:02 am

    where are these gardens?

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