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Day of Remembrance: The faces of soldiers drawn on the beaches for Danny Boyle's tribute, World War I



November 12, 2018 11:49:03

The Great English Sea washed slowly a portrait of the British poet and soldier Wilfred Owen in a tribute to the Armistice by director Danny Boyle.

Key Points:

  • Thousands of aligned beaches pay the respect of World War I soldiers
  • The artists created portraits in the sand, which were then washed
  • A memorial poem highlighted the horrors of the war

Owen served in the British Army during the First World War, he became second lieutenant, but he made a name for himself with his poetry on the front.

His portrait was drawn on the Folkestone seaside as part of Boyle's Pages of the Sea project, which was organized at 32 beaches in the UK and Ireland.

"Wilfred Owen swam here the day before going to France and never returned," Boyle told Manchester Evening News.

"Fortunately, his poems did."

Owen died on November 4, 2018, trying to rule his people over the Sambre-Oise Channel in Ors, France.

His parents had a word about his death a week later, on the Day of the Armistice.

Most of his works were published posthumously, with his most important poems, such as The Hymn to Doomed Youth and Dulce et Decorum East.

Owen was individually honored with a large portrait, but the smaller soldiers, cleansed in the sand by the locals, paid tribute to the millions of soldiers who never returned from the war.

At dawn, the artists rose to carve sculptures in the sand, with thousands of gatherings to watch the works of art, while they were removed from the tide of turning.

A poem written by Carol Ann Duffy for the event was read in each of the memoirs:

It's the Time wound. Security of the century,
singing their bitter psalms, I can not cure him.
Not the war to end all the wars; the place of the birth of death;
the land nursing the hatched, incubating metal eggs
the new massacre. But how could you know, brave
like the faith you took with the boats, singing?
The end of God in the poisonous air, twisted.
The poem that embraces your own blood. I felt it was love
you gave your world; the quiet square town,
waiting for their cenotofos. What happened next?
War. And afterwards? War. And now? War. War.
History could also be water, chistising this shore;
for we know nothing of your endless sacrifice.
The faces drowned in the sea pages.

The pages of the Sea were the largest contemporary coastal art project in the UK.

The organizers estimated that the presence was in tens of thousands.



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November 12, 2018 11:30:47

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