A couple of nights ago, Lorna and I attended the Canada Day
celebrations in Charlottetown’s Victoria Park. Rowan, our two-year-old grandson,
came with us. I stood, holding him in my
arms, as round after round of spectacular fireworks were launched. Rowan gazed
up at the explosions of luminous red, green, and gold glitter. He was smiling.
At one point, he said, “I want to eat them,” reached out, grabbed an imaginary
handful of sparkles, and popped them in his mouth.
Rowan’s appetitive response to fireworks reminded me of
Peter Schjeldahl’s passion for Fourth of July bottle-rocketing, which he’s
expressed in two wonderful pieces – “Fireworks” (in his 1990 collection, The 7 Days Art Columns 1988-1990) and “The Pyro-American in Me” (newyorker.com, July 3, 2016). In the latter piece, he likens fireworks to
music. He writes,
My personal pleasure required the most physical practical
sequencing: fulminant jazz, call it—without, incidentally, the kitsch of
musical accompaniment. Fireworks are music. (Our valley made for
richly satisfying echoes.) Professionals obsess, preciously, about the beauty
of their shells. But fireworks can’t help but be beautiful. I cared far less
for quality than for quantity. With fireworks, more than enough is wonderful.
Apropos more than that, words fail.
Another memorable New
Yorker piece on fireworks is Adam Gopnik’s “French Fireworks” (newyorker.com, July 15, 2009), an account of his attendance at Paris’s Fête
Nationale. He describes the lighting of the Eiffel Tower (“By manipulating this
projected image of the tower, overlaid on the thing itself, the designers
managed to make it seem to spin, disassemble, paint itself red, white, and
blue, turn into a psychedelic sixties-style monument complete with Day-Glo
flowers, and, in the end, actually shake its hips”) and the fireworks that went
with it (“And all this was accompanied by uninterrupted and achingly loud
fireworks, particularly heavy on the pure-gold and amber end of the spectrum,
and with gas jets at the tower’s center flaring at high moments of emotion”).
Gopnik ends his piece by noting, “There are some things that only government
can do well: alpine uniforms, health care, and fireworks displays would seem to
be three of them.”
I don’t know about alpine uniforms, but with respect to health care and fireworks, I totally agree.
.webp)
.jpeg)
No comments:
Post a Comment