Mark Shevalier

contributor to 3 posters

  • 2005 Poster: These Buildings Breathe Deep


    These Buildings Breathe Deep

    As much as my haiku expresses feelings regarding this historic Hawley Green neighborhood, it also reflects an idea that is important to all the fine houses and buildings in the Syracuse area.

    Whether it be the Hawley Green homes of the late 19th Century with their Second Empire and Queen Anne styles, or whether it be any of our other, unique, eclectic architecture, there is an interdependence with our buildings and our people.

    My poem suggests that the more hope and care we give these structures, the more relieved we can be that they will survive the wrecking ball of progress, and thus, the more we may take comfort in the warmth and beauty of their historical spirit!

  • 2023 Poster: Listen to Whispers


    Listen to Whispers

    My attempt to interpret the “project” prompt to write in and of the “Spirit of Ancestral Guidance,” led me to the idea of how, forever, through time on this earth, it is and always has been our ancestors’ experiences that have influenced the condition in which we live.

    The “whispers” in my poem are the subtle and perpetual stories of human experience. They are stories told in the language of WISDOM! And so, no matter what our culture or when in time we tread this earth, it is crucial that we listen to the important whispers of those who lived before us.

    And so it has been, and so it shall be…The whispers rise…from primitive paintings on cave walls and from hieroglyphics that hover the sands of Egypt. From the bloodstained soil of fallen soldiers and from the scholarly chapters of our history books. The whispers rise from the sullen and faded epitaphs on the faces of gravestones…and from one’s angst and joy in the tear dappled pages of dusty diaries. And so, we listen…to learn…and to live!

  • Like Art's Alchemy


    Like Art's Alchemy

    I grew up in Solvay, and used to go to the Landmark when it operated as Lowes State Theater. The place was built at the end of the “roaring '20s” and was once a fabulous spectacle of stage show grandeur. But when I was going there, it was just a dark, dingy “has been” movie theater. By 1975, the lack of interest and attention had brought Lowes to what appeared to be its final curtain.

    Upon returning to the Syracuse area after college in the late '70s I went to what had become the Landmark Theater to see the musical “Hair.” The transformation was astonishing. The refurbished murals seemed to drip gold. The splendor was back!

    So my haiku suggests that it's only something as powerful as art—in this case, the performing arts—that can transform the common or the grim inevitable into something special...something GOLDEN!