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Saturday 24 July 2010

At the Fair (II): Reality


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Gas pump, with clothesline, barn and horse-drawn wagon: photographer unknown, c. 1941 (Farm Security Administration/Library of Congress)



Reality, he said on the way to the fair, is composed of the external world.




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At the Vermont State Fair, Rutland: photo by Jack Delano, September 1941 (Farm Security Administration/Library of Congress)



The road rutted and bumpy, a tire, a mattress, a bed frame and a dresser tied to the running board, a towheaded child perched like a small ragged pasha on top: steam belching from the radiator, by the roadside, stalled: we passed them along the way, and did not stop.




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At the Vermont State Fair, Rutland
: photo by Jack Delano, September 1941 (Farm Security Administration/Library of Congress)




There are men of the small towns and villages, he said, who carry in them what remains of those small towns and villages. There is not that world any more. This is a wider world. There are novelties to be experienced. There are bizarre enormities. This may come as a shock. There is sudden laughter; a tingling of sensation, confused, curiously mixed: desire, wonder, fear; an inexplicable sadness; a feeling of some concealed danger encroaching; perhaps the danger is nonexistent; perhaps it is real, perhaps very near. Freaks, deformities, horrors previously unknown: all to be experienced by anyone, by everyone, at these ordinary common gatherings, these fairs.



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Barker on the grounds of the Vermont State Fair, Rutland: photo by Jack Delano, September 1941 (Farm Security Administration/Library of Congress)



There are men of a province who are that province, he said. This is not that province any more.



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Abandoned shacks, Beaufort, Mississippi: photo by Marion Post Wolcott, June 1939 (Farm Security Administration/Library of Congress)

2 comments:

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

The art of these photographers in these posts is just incredible.

In the trunk of the car in front of where the couple sits eating "Bliss Coffee" - at once funny, terribly sad, so real ... the man, looking away, perfectly framed against the black interior at the center rear.

Powerful.

TC said...

Don,

Yes, a beautiful detail.

Jack Delano had a keen eye for the ironic as well as a wonderful compositional genius.

The writer this Vermont State Fair work evokes for me is Horace McCoy. (I think of the carny atmosphere of a book like They Shoot Horses, Don't They.)