On Lange's Migrant Mother
A Universal Hopelessness
By Abigail Sire Published 2 years ago • 1 min read
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Armed not with that ravenous appetite
Of bloodlust, of us, us.
The humming leading to glorified murder – but a camera.
And with it
A legacy, a reminder of the sanctioned suffering of man -
Out of sight – out of mind forced
In silver gelatin prints
For though it lasted a moment
It’s been immortalized
For the rest of us to suffer along with -
Dorothy Lange’s Migrant Mother
With the wrinkles, weary, clinging
To the children
Clinging to a newborn
With the worry – with the absolute need
And expectation of a full stomach
This starvation glazes over in her eyes
With the realization
Of unbridled poverty
And painful, lethal starvation.
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