A Curated Tour

Tour Curator: Daniel Padnos

After viewing Weaver’s painting, poet Bob Holman writes Naked Night, telling of “…the poem that floats its message across the land that recedes to the stars themselves…”

Naked Night

Not trying to impose
To set in motion the secret
The way is pretty durn milky
If you know what I’m saying
Cause I don’t you may
Sing this one back to me

        “The poem that floats
        Its message across
        The land that recedes
        To the stars themselves
        The recipients”

            The poem curves a line to you
        Floats a word back
That’s the way we rock the world

To sleep. In the naked night,
The ocean wears a hat.

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