The object that surround us here in this Beautiful Museum are lovingly and superbly conserved as if they were all made yesterday or teleported a regular from every age of the past into our present. Even in the greatest rural cemeteries like this one, the Allegheny Cemetery in pittsburgh, the passage and pressure of time are everywhere visible. The residues of past eras coat the graves and factory smoke and coal dust. The stone and metal erode. Slabs tilt and sometimes fall into the ground. By the way, this is not what every grade in the elegant what every grave in the Allegheny Cemetery looks like. Images dissolve before our eyes and the names of the dead, the whole reason for this above ground apparatus, even these often disappear. As Oliver Wendell holmes wrote about his local graveyard in cambridge, massachusetts it slowly disappears. The mosses creek, the gravestones the mosses creep, the gravestones lean. The decaying gravestones have age value. Triggering metaphysical ruminations
90 minute talk. Professor savage everyone in this room has probably had the experience of wandering through an older u. S. City and stumbling into the beguiling section of a rural cemetery. With its vast collection of gravestones and tombs and miniature temples interspersed among rolling hills, woods, and vales. Highly manipulated landscape is an Outdoor Museum in more ways than one. It was a striking difference. The objects that surround us here in this Beautiful Museum are lovingly and superbly conserved as if they were all made yesterday or teleported a miraculously from every age of the past into our present. But even in the greatest rural cemeteries like this one, the Allegheny Cemetery in pittsburgh, the passage and pressure of time are everywhere visible. The residues of past eras coat the graves and factory smoke and in factory smoke and coal dust. The stone and metal erode. Slabs tilt and sometimes fall into the ground. And, by the way, this is not what every grave in the Alle
Everyone invage this room has probably had the experience of wandering through an older u. S. City and stumbling into the beguiling section of a rural cemetery. With its vast collection of gravestones and tombs and miniature temples interspersed among rolling hills, woods, and dales. Dales. It is an Outdoor Museum in more ways than one. It was a striking difference. The object that surround us here in this Beautiful Museum are lovingly and superbly conserved as if they were all made yesterday or teleported a regular from every age of the past into our present. Even in the greatest rural cemeteries like this one, the Allegheny Cemetery in pittsburgh, the passage and pressure of time are everywhere visible. Coatesidues of past eras the graves and factory smoke and coal dust. The stone and metal erode. Sometimes fall into the ground. By the way, this is not what every grade in the elegant what every grave in the Allegheny Cemetery looks like. Images dissolve before our eyes and the names