Myron Schwartzman

  • ROMARE BEARDEN SEES IN A MEMORY

    What is it?

    I’m trying really to remember

    The clock has stopped

    Now I can never know

    Where the edge of my world can be

    If I could only enter that old calendar

    That opens to an old, old July

    And learn what unknowing things know . . .


    —Romare Bearden

    IN ONE OF ROMARE BEARDEN’S collages, a blind guitar player is led by a little boy holding a rose. The memory recreated there is a window on Bearden’s formidable art.

    One “old old July” in the mid 1920s, when Bearden was 10 or 11, he visited his grandmother Cattie in Lutherville, Maryland, a rural town near Baltimore. Bearden remembers a Mrs. Johnson,