Having featured pictures of people meeting statues of Abraham Lincoln, Robert E. Jackson now delves into his fabulous collection of snapshots to show us people posing with other statues. Most are having a laugh, mimicking the poses, affecting some romantic clinch (groping, mostly) or standing still like, well, a statue.
“This world is a great sculptor’s shop. We are the statues and there’s a rumor going around the shop that some of us are someday going to come to life.”
— C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
He therefore turned to mankind only with regret. His cathedral was enough for him. It was peopled with marble figures of kings, saints and bishops who at least did not laugh in his face and looked at him with only tranquillity and benevolence.
— Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
You and I, we’re two old and tortured souls
Repaired by a love of broken things
In a life, just some bodies growin’ old
No fear of the end, of anything
We’re just ordinary people, you and me
Time will turn us into statues eventually– Foo Fighters, Statues
Por ti junto a los jardines recién florecidos me duelen
los perfumes de primavera.He olvidado tu rostro, no recuerdo tus manos,
¿cómo besaban tus labios?Por ti amo las blancas estatuas dormidas en los parques,
las blancas estatuas que no tienen voz ni mirada.He olvidado tu voz, tu voz alegre.
He olvidado tus ojos.– Un Amor, Pablo Neruda
The statue got me high
The statue got me high
The monument of granite sent a beam into my eye
The statue made me die
The statue made me die
It took my hand it killed me and it turned me to the sky– That Statue for Me High, They Might Be Giants
I leaned right over to kiss your stony book
A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt
A billion lovers with their cameras snap, snap to look
And in my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt
– Statue of Liberty, XTCGive me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
— Emma Lazarus
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