War Artist : 無料・フリー素材/写真
War Artist / Giles Watson's poetry and prose
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| 説明 | War ArtistThe night they bombed his studioThe shell-shocked painter cameTo sketch his easel crucified.His tortured canvas frameWas haloed by a haze of dustAs he crouched down to sketchAn image of the Christ betrayed –And then, the man on watchFor fires and telltale chinks of lightApproached him in the burning night:“My man, what are you drawing for?For drawings cannot win a war.”The night they burned the factoryThe watchful painter drewLift shafts arched like tigers' backs;The painted embers flew.He saw the wild things leaping forthFrom twisted metal bars,Stippling as the fading sparksAscended to the stars,And as explosions seared the nightA fireman said, “Put out that light!My man, what are you drawing for?For drawings cannot win a war.”The night they smashed the hospitalAnd stretchers lined the street,The painter made a charcoal sketchAmid the ashen sleet.Children lay upon the ground,Their mothers cold and dead;A girl tottered up to him,A bandage round her head.“Why do you draw alone?” she cried,“The bombs got through; mother died.Come closer, Sir, and draw some more -For drawings cannot start a war.”Song lyric by Giles Watson (2000, revised 2012). The second stanza was inspired by the work of the war artist Graham Sutherland, who was commissioned by the War Artists’ Advisory Committee to document the effects of the Blitz. He later commented that one of the visual ironies of the Blitz was the fact that the “work” of the bombs tended to transform machinery back into organic forms. Burnt out paper-rolls in a paper factory looked like tree-trunks, and a fallen lift-shaft “suggested a wounded tiger” from a painting by Delacroix.The picture shows a detail from my census form from last year, which I decorated with post-it notes and chalk-pastel drawings in protest against the involvement of the armaments manufacturer Lockheed Martin in the administration of census returns. A small number of people, selected apparently at random, were prosecuted for their non-cooperation, but after having sent my form to the ONS decorated in this manner on every page, I never heard anything more. To date, no one from Lockheed Martin has been prosecuted for manufacturing cluster-bombs, and none of our banks have gone out of business for investing in them.The subject of the song has also been addressed in my poem, 'Monster Field', here: www.flickr.com/photos/29320962@N07/5631240962/... and a brief film, in which I leaf through my census form and explain the reasons for my protest, can be seen here:www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpRz3UKzR4U |
| 撮影日 | 2003-01-24 22:59:37 |
| 撮影者 | Giles Watson's poetry and prose , Oxfordshire, England |
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| カメラ | FinePix S5000 , FUJIFILM |
| 露出 | 0.017 sec (1/60) |
| 開放F値 | f/5.0 |