01 Noli me tangere Fra Angelico (1400-1455)
Fra Angelico – 01 Noli me tangere
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Painter: Fra Angelico
Location: National museum of San Marco, Florence (Museo Nazionale di San Marco).
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A SMALL GOSPEL POEM
The Diamond Sermon –
How the sermon resonated with us,
If we continue to indulge in empty words,
Telling tales of self-love...?
Neighbors by the entrance
Chat endlessly, scratching their heads. About nonsense...
About television brands – and they themselves
Dont know why they gesture so, standing there...
The old woman sighs – Oh, oh, oh...
The poet emerges – he is little known –
Proud of himself: I didnt chatter in vain.
Pride in the I buries you in a blanket,
While you thought: a poem, a spiritual dawn.
The Gospels are outwardly obvious –
But their depths remain obscure.
After so many years, still not understood! – Shameful!
We live without being tormented by guilt.
The Gospels surpass the texts
Of our limited consciousness.
We have more and more actions and gestures,
But we barely think about the soul at all.
A torn-up world – with money, with poverty.
Ambivalence is strong, like an athlete.
Everyone knows about the camel and the eye of a needle,
And this thought is so easily pushed aside.
It gets in the way when you try to accumulate wealth.
In the ruins of the Tower of Babel, birds
Have built nests. Grass grows from us.
How easy it is to unite with pride,
How dimly we understand the light.
From the Old Testament to the Sermon on the Mount,
Centuries have passed, and people have grown up.
So many seeds bring forth sprouts,
As long as there is strength in the golden land.
And now Christ is taken again. Pontius Pilate
Asks him about truth once more.
The rich man wakes up. He yawns heavily,
Drinks coffee, wrapped in a robe.
Christ is struck again... In the trash, relentlessly
Homeless people rummage, tattered and worn.
In bars, wealthy men drink wickedly.
Who remembers what is beneficial for the soul?
Christ is taken... The lazy priest yawns.
Go in peace, everyone – thats the answer.
The stout man himself doesnt know the answer,
Why does he need astral light?
The Sermon on the Mount has not become our code,
And they have piled up so many codes – its awful!
If we have been wrong and misguided so much,
Suffered – isnt it time to understand the essence?
You cannot comment Why?
The setting is significant. A tomb, partially obscured by drapery, occupies the upper left corner, establishing a narrative context rooted in resurrection or emergence. Behind the figures stretches a meticulously rendered landscape – a stylized garden populated with tall, slender cypress trees and lush vegetation. The foliage appears somewhat flattened, contributing to an overall sense of idealized beauty rather than realistic depiction. A field extends into the distance, its texture created through careful application of paint.
The interaction between the two figures is laden with subtext. The man’s gesture – a slight extension of his hand – appears hesitant, almost as if he is gently discouraging physical contact. This restraint introduces a layer of complexity to their encounter; it suggests a boundary being maintained despite the palpable emotional connection. The kneeling posture of the woman underscores her humility and devotion, while the mans forward movement implies transcendence or an elevated spiritual state.
The color palette is restrained, dominated by whites, pinks, greens, and earth tones. This limited range contributes to a sense of serenity and timelessness. Light plays a crucial role in defining form and creating atmosphere; it illuminates the figures’ faces and halos, drawing attention to their divine nature while casting the tomb and background into relative shadow. The overall effect is one of quiet contemplation and spiritual revelation, inviting reflection on themes of faith, redemption, and the limitations of human touch.