Nothing Remains… Exhibition preview by Harold Rosenbloom

Harry Adams Nothing Remains But the Clouds 2

A generation that had gone to school on a horse-drawn streetcar now stood under the open sky in a countryside in which nothing remained unchanged but the clouds, and beneath these clouds, in a field of force of destructive torrents and explosions, was the tiny, fragile human body.
Walter Benjamin, Illuminations: Essays and Reflections

“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labour to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
Walt Whitman, from the introduction to the first edition of Leaves of Grass

Our work may look like it’s confused and conflicted, but it is in fact a highly controlled poetic outpouring”²
Harry Adams

L-13 …. Like the mind of a man about to ride into battle with the heart of a child at play

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