I love this. But then I suppose that appreciation emerges from the deep background. Our lives lie forgotten (mercifully, in many "cases") until a moment, an image, a word or two, reawakens more than we might have imagined (or perhaps wanted to know!) was there.
The idea of poor housing staring helplessly (or in terror) out at the world makes me think of the anthropomorphizing architectural vision in images three through seven here.
Those of us who love puns as much as Donne did are here to better the welfare of our lot—and that’s the naked truth. :)
Tom,
I remember the Birchfield post well, as it was my first contact with this remarkable artist/poet’s work—something for which I must thank you again. As you might recall, my own experience with tenement living was between 1948—1955 when I was a member of this infamous gang of urchins!
But ... there might be a nude descending one of those vacant stare cases, which could make our lot seem like hitting the lottery....
ReplyDeleteI love this. But then I suppose that appreciation emerges from the deep background. Our lives lie forgotten (mercifully, in many "cases") until a moment, an image, a word or two, reawakens more than we might have imagined (or perhaps wanted to know!) was there.
ReplyDeleteThe idea of poor housing staring helplessly (or in terror) out at the world makes me think of the anthropomorphizing architectural vision in images three through seven here.
Joe,
ReplyDeleteThose of us who love puns as much as Donne did are here to better the welfare of our lot—and that’s the naked truth. :)
Tom,
I remember the Birchfield post well, as it was my first contact with this remarkable artist/poet’s work—something for which I must thank you again. As you might recall, my own experience with tenement living was between 1948—1955 when I was a member of
this infamous gang of urchins!
Thanks to you both.