Forgiveness
Is the Fragrance
Of a Flower
When Trampled
Upon
"The Flower Shop"
Signage Aside the Entrance
Peoples Park, Berkeley, 1969
I had not heard this quote before. I found it on a black and white
photograph in Bancroft Library archives taken during the demonstrations to
liberate the Park from University control and plans to use the land to build
a new dormitory. Demonstrators chased by the police and the National Guard,
and tear gas permeate the photograph of which the proverbs white painted
scripted lettering provides an ironic plea, now aesthetic pleasure.
It's a curious syntactic question isn't it, that is when does one
generations experience of a "plea" become another generation's source of
aesthetic "pleasure", as when we say, "That's a great photograph."
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