Embracing the Tragic
October 12th, 2005 at 10:12 pm (Musings)
I was considering favorite artists and photographers today. I am drawn to Käthe Kollwitz and her desperate, haunting images of women and children caught in war, though I can’t bear to look long at them. And, I am in love with the photographs of Dorothea Lange, which, again, I can hardly look at. Perhaps my spirit has a need for terrible realism…. Strangely, I have never considered this before.
My poetry tends in this direction, as well. In fact, I once wrote on one of Lange’s most well-known photographs, “Child and Her Mother,” because I couldn’t get it out of my mind. What had happened? What was this young girl thinking?
There is the house, the laundry -
she knows
- the dishes
to be washed and carefully
dried. She will not break
another bowl,
its slick curve with
hidden cracks.
There’s just something about me that turns toward the tragic. In most of the images that grab me as I look through rusted metal tubs filled with old photographs, there is something tragic, or at least something I perceive as tragic. Generally, I’m a happy person, so why this strange bend toward haunting images?
Dorothea Lange’s “Child and Her Mother, Wapato, Yakima Valley, Washington” Click to enlarge.

Patrice said,
October 15, 2005 at 1:42 am
The haunting images for me are always great fodder for imagination. What the real story behind the photo is, and how many different ways people will interpret them. Very interesting.