Monday, December 1, 2014
Strand's Solitude
The recent passing of Mark Strand returned me to his great
little book Hopper (1994), a
wonderful collection of aesthetic meditations on twenty-three of Edward Hopper’s
paintings. So many of Hopper’s pictures – Morning
Sun, Automat, Western Motel, Hotel Room, Summer in the City – sway me with their feeling of
solitude. Strand identified with them. In Hopper’s
concluding piece, he says that the silence of Hopper’s rooms “weighs on us like
solitude.” This links with Dan Chiasson’s observation, in his eloquent "Mark Strand's Last Waltz" (“Page-Turner,” newyorker.com, November 30, 2014): “Strand
surveyed his outward circumstances—relative health and prosperity, growing
fame, the undeniable good fortune of being alive—from a peephole cut into the
exterior wall of his solitude.”
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