Art through Words | Steampunk Poem

Do you have a poem or story that inspires you or resonates with your heart? That was my response when the following poem was recited (written by Shel Silverstein) during an art class at the Torrance Adult Center in California. This wonderful poem, in my opinion, can be a metaphor for assemblage and steampunk art.

Hector the Collector

Collected bits of string,

Collected dolls with broken heads,

and rusty bells that would not ring.

Bent-up nails and ice cream sticks,

Twists of wires, worn-out tires,

Paper bags and broken bricks,

old chipped vases, half shoelaces,

Gatlin’ guns that wouldn’t shoot,

Leaky boats that wouldn’t float

and stopped up horns that wouldn’t toot,

Butter knives that had no handles,

Copper keys that fit no locks,

Rings that were too small for fingers,

Dried-up leaves and patched up socks,

Worn out belts that had no buckles,

‘Lectric trains that had no tracks,

Airplane models, broken bottles,

Three legged chairs and cups with cracks,

Hector the Collector

Loved these things with all his soul,

Loved them more than shining diamonds,

Loved them more than glistenin’ gold,

Hector called to all the people,

“Come and share my treasure trunk”

And all the silly sightless people

Came and looked….. and called it junk.

Written by Shel Silverstein

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