• A Song For Rudy Burckhardt and a Song of Fire: The Towers (9/11) – David Shapiro

    Date posted: June 15, 2006 Author: jolanta

     A Song For Rudy Burckhardt and a Song of Fire: The Towers (9/11)

    David Shapiro

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered up poetry.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered up cities like bags of leaves.

     

    "5WTC, II", mixed media collage on paper mounted on canvas, 14" x 10", 1998.

    “5WTC, II”, mixed media collage on paper mounted on canvas, 14″ x 10″, 1998.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered up an architecture.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered one red orange sexual flower.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered the bus and the passengers.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered up our friend.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered his clear water-towers, his windows and his door.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered up the word poetry.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered up the snow and a house within.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    fell on his fallen leaves.

     

    And
    oh the snow fell

    And
    covered up his photographs of snow.

     

    And
    so the snow fell

    And
    covered up even passing clouds.

     

     

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered up poetry.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered up cities like bags of leaves.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered up an architecture.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered one red orange sexual flower.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered the bus and the passengers.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered up our friends.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered the clear water-towers, the windows and the door.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered up the word poetry.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered up the fire and a house within.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    fell on their fallen leaves.

     

    And
    oh the fire fell

    And
    covered up their photographs of fire.

     

    And
    so the fire fell

    And
    covered up even passing clouds.

     

     

     

    Title:
    The Art of Pamela Lawton: In Memory of Architecture

    Writer:
    David Shapiro

     

    The

    art of Pamela Lawton is audacious and learned, a synthesis that at once makes
    her work seem extremely elegant and yet keeps it inexhaustible and troubling.
    The truth is, as she has conjured up, her childhood was one of intent drawing
    and full of music, and she trained herself in modern models by her early youth.
    She is a fine draughtsman, but she has also learned to constrain mere facility,
    which no longer dazzles her. She is always committed to vigilance and
    observation sur le motif, but she can make these observations while carving a
    face through staves, collaging a mystique with pools of color, or easing a
    contour as much as building up a Paradise. Thus, her work alludes
    simultaneously to water and light, to architecture and landscape, and to the
    stress of modern glass where it erupts in shadow-play like a Javanese masque.

     

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