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Art as a means of expression
The 300-some students and faculty
in the School of Architecture
-- including first-year students
Anisa Baldwin-Metzer (left) and
Sara Morgan -- marked the anniversary
of the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks
with an all-school, afternoon-long
design forum. In groups or individually,
participants prepared visual responses
to the tragedy in the medium of
their choice, working abstractly
or figuratively, in color or in
black and white, using words,
images or any combinations thereof.
The afternoon closed with an impromptu
hanging of all drawings in the
main lobby of Givens Hall, where
they will remain on view for one
week. "Many of our students made
clear their desire to uphold the
relevance of art as a means for
expressing that which is inexpressible
in words," said Peter MacKeith,
associate dean in the School of
Architecture, "whether you call
it shock or horror or grief."
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We
are one nation, united by differences
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Early |
Gerald
Early, Ph.D., the Merle Kling Professor
of Modern Letters and a frequent essayist
on American cultural issues, comments
here on national unity and what it means
to be an American in the wake of Sept.
11.
The tragedy of Sept. 11 has forced many
Americans to confront again the familiar
question: What does it mean to be an
American? The question has perhaps acquired
a pitch of urgency as anti-Americanism
seems more virulent now, exceeding even
the anti-Americanism of the Vietnam
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Healing words
First-year student Catherine Ogorzaly
writes her thoughts on Sept. 11
in a book in Graham chapel, which
was kept open into the evening
of the one-year anniversary for
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Sept.
11 memory: Love won a great victory
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Flinn |
Frank
K. Flinn, Ph.D., adjunct professor of
religious studies in Arts & Sciences
and a noted authority on religious thought
and expression, comments here on his
experience of Sept. 11 and his hope
that love will flourish in wake of terror
and destruction.
On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, I
was on a Delta Air Lines flight from
Barcelona to Atlanta. About 10 a.m.
New York time, I sensed the plane was
loosing altitude. I opened the shade
and saw full sunlight directly out the
window. I deduced that the plane was
no longer heading toward the American
coastline. In fact, it was headed north.
Soon I spotted some islands. Having
once landed at this spot in the Atlantic
Ocean, I deduced again that the plane
was going to land in the Azores. The
plane was flying well, so I guessed
that something else was going on. Maybe
a hijacking, I thought.
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