Paper Angels
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A collection of artistic images that begins with the World Trade Center of 9/11 then takes us on a transformative journey through New York, Venice, the Barents Sea, to the bottom of the ocean, through the Louvre, into the heart of San Jose, then down a memory-filled Highway 101, Paper Angels changes the way we see our lives and the world as it shifts around us. These are stories of incendiary love defined by artistic courage, iconic people who dared to live with passion, and the transcendent act art brings to everyday situations to make life worth living.
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"I had the pleasure of meeting Anne Tammel a few years ago at an intimate dinner for Joan Didion hosted by my dear friend Stephanie Lacava and her husband Bryan Weiss. When reading one of the poems by the same title, I began to have flash backs of 9/11 and her words brought back the memories, but this time with beauty and grace replacing the terror I experienced that day. I witnessed the second plane hit the tower and my life changed forever. Because of that experience and the healing that had to take place, I have learned to live without fear. Reading Anne’s beautiful poem helped lay new memory tracks in my brain." - Simon Alcantara "A work of profound and enduring beauty, PAPER ANGELS transforms the reader as it moves through the emotion and times of character, literature, and place; for such is the mastery of the author that each phrase and metaphor, each image and stanza, resonates perfectly. As with all fine works, the combination and unison of the worldly with the impersonal-yet-subjective is immaculate; such is singular mark of true genius in any genre or medium."
- Kevin McGRATH, Harvard University |
“Lovely, lovely! A most impressive, artistic collection that definitely will be enjoyed by all and everyone...” -Anders Dahlgren, Mediterranean Poetry |
Paper Angels - For the Falling Man
by Anne Tammel
Did you have wings?
Each limb reaching toward an open
sky above New York. Spinning,
toppling, angelic, blackening
papers drift among you--
the snowflakes of September
scattered from open windows.
Could they have been the wings
of those who won’t emerge,
releasing them to an expanse
we will not touch?
We will not know.
And will we ever
gather all of those papers?
You drift along-
side them, suspended,
momentarily—inhumanly
free, and only
for this split-second moment.
Will we ever know
what they were?
How many?
The question that fills each of
us as you topple through this odd
black morning: Who
are you? Why you choose
to drift among this pattern
of papers that dances
into the sky-turned-
smoke—Icarian angels
rejecting despair, floating
high above us
on euphoric wings,
brave. Immortal,
lost…and
yet
somehow
momentarily
lofty…
Signed by the author; includes exclusive display poem insert on handcrafted Italian paper. Shipping included.