Disabled

By Michelle Cioccoloni

That this poem was very important to Owen, is evident in the fact that he was considering calling his planned collection of poetry 'Disabled and Other Poems', and in it he expresses the thoughts of a young man made 'old' through having lost his limbs.  Where once his life was full of joy and movement, now it is filled with waiting ... colorless.  Left alone, he is passed over by the young women, abandoned like an old building which is derelict, falling down, like the old places and abandoned rooms documented in these photographs. The techniques such as scratching, engraving and obsessive pattern making used in many of the works in the exhibition mirror the ways the soldiers themselves found to while away the long hours of waiting, waiting for the attack, an attack which might well leave them maimed or even killed.

Disabled

Disabled

Disabled

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