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Parade - Hoboken, New Jersey |
During the two year period that Frank traveled he went to nearly 48 states and took 28,000 shots (83 of which ended up in the original publication). While the images featured in the book can certainly speak for themselves, they become all the more poetic when read in conjunction with Jack Kerouac's exquisite imagery and undulating prose. It seems that no matter how many times I read the opening line featured below I am flooded with images of America.
that crazy feeling in america when the sun is hot on the streets and music comes out of the jukebox or from a nearby funeral that's what robert frank has captured - jack kerouac
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Funeral - St. Helena, South Carolina |
While Frank's work brings forth a sense of nostalgia of what America once was, it also raises some interesting questions concerning the shifting focus of the so called 'cold war aesthetic.' After all, this was a time period when many artists began moving away from external forces (both political and social) and instead focused their energies on more personal quests. This trend is certainly exemplified in this series as Frank abandons the preconceived notions of documentary truth and social relevance. In it's place he captures his own personal, yet fragmented perception of the American people.
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Rooming house - Bunker Hill, Los Angeles |
Featured below are a few of my favorite images from the series and some of Kerouac's well chosen words. I hope you enjoy.
...the humor, the sadness, the EVERYTHING-ness and American-ness of these pictures!
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Rodeo - Detroit |
...madroad driving men ahead - the mad road, lonely, leading around the bend into the openings of space toward the horizon...
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U.S. 285 - New Mexico |
...and the loneliest picture ever made, the urinals women never see, the shoeshine going on in sad eternity...
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Men's room, railway station - Memphis, Tennessee |
... love under the sky and in the womb of our universe...
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Beaufort, South Carolina |
... drain your basins in old Ohio... bring your Big Muddy rivers thru Kansas and the mudlands... punch lake holes in Florida and L.A., raise your cities in the white plain, cast your mountains up, bedawze the west, bedight the west... America - we're going home, going home...
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Fourth of July - Jay, New York |
*** all images and quoted text were gathered from Steidl's 2008 publication of Robert Frank's The Americans ***