This Date in Art History: Born 12 December 1863 – Edvard Munch, a Norwegian painter and illustrator: Part I of II.
Below – “Kiss”; “Ashes”; “Anxiety”; “At the Coffee Table”; “Sister Inger”; “Lady from the Sea.”
A Poem for Today
“Look for Me”
by Ted Kooser
Look for me under the hood
of that old Chevrolet settled in weeds
at the end of the pasture.
I’m the radiator that spent its years
bolted in front of an engine
shoving me forward into the wind.
Whatever was in me in those days
has mostly leaked away,
but my cap’s still screwed on tight
and I know the names of all these
tattered moths and broken grasshoppers
the rest of you’ve forgotten.
This Date in Art History: Born 12 December 1863 – Edvard Munch, a Norwegian painter and illustrator: Part II of II.
Below – “Morning”; “Spring”; “Summer Night (Inger on the Shore)”; “Moonlight on the Shore”; “Eye in Eye”; “The Hands.”
Some quotes from the work of Joseph Heller:
“It was miraculous. It was almost no trick at all, he saw, to turn vice into virtue and slander into truth, impotence into abstinence, arrogance into humility, plunder into philanthropy, thievery into honor, blasphemy into wisdom, brutality into patriotism, and sadism into justice. Anybody could do it; it required no brains at all. It merely required no character.”
“When I grow up I want to be a little boy.”
“Peace on earth would mean the end of civilization as we know it.
“The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.”
“You know, that might be the answer – to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That’s a trick that never seems to fail.”
“The question is: what is a sane man to do in an insane society?
“The enemy is anybody who’s going to get you killed, no matter which side he’s on.”
“What is a country? A country is a piece of land surrounded on all sides by boundaries, usually unnatural. Englishmen are dying for England, Americans are dying for America, Germans are dying for Germany, Russians are dying for Russia. There are now fifty or sixty countries fighting in this war. Surely so many countries can’t all be worth dying for.”
“The night was full of horrors, and he thought he knew how Christ must have felt as he walked through the world, like a psychiatrist through a ward full of nuts.”
“There was no telling what people might find out once they felt free to ask whatever questions they wanted to.”
Contemporary British Art – Gina Parr
Below – “Haptic perception”; “A series of giant steps IV”; “Place”; “Summerland”; “When the river meets the sea”; “River mouth.”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Death: Died 12 December 2016 – Shirley Hazzard, an Australian-American novelist, short story writer, essayist, author of “The Great Fire,” and recipient of the National Book Award.
Some quotes from the work of Shirley Hazzard:
“At first, there is something you expect of life. Later, there is what life expects of you. By the time you realize these are the same, it can be too late for expectations. What we are being, not what we are to be. They are the same thing.”
“Human beings need unhappiness at least as much as they need happiness.”
“Did you ever notice how easy it is to forgive a person any number of faults for one endearing characteristic, for a certain style, or some commitment to life – while someone with many good qualities is insupportable for a single defect if it happens to be a boring one?
It is the impulse of our century, with its nearly religious belief in magnitude, to fling an institution into every void.”
“Since the moment of the United Nations’ inception, untold energies have been expended by governments not only toward the exclusion of persons of principle and distinction from the organization’s leading positions, but toward the installation of men whose character and affiliations would as far as possible preclude any serious challenge to governmental sovereignty.”
“In the circle where I was raised, I knew of no one knowledgeable in the visual arts, no one who regularly attended musical performances, and only two adults other than my teachers who spoke without embarrassment of poetry and literature — both of these being women. As far as I can recall, I never heard a man refer to a good or a great book. I knew no one who had mastered, or even studied, another language from choice. And our articulate, conscious life proceeded without acknowledgement of the preceding civilisations which had produced it.”
“Marriage is like democracy – it doesn’t really work, but it’s all we’ve been able to come up with.”
“Nothing creates such untruth in you as the wish to please.”
“Great literature is like moral leadership; everyone deplores the lack of it, but there is a tendency to prefer it from the safely dead.”
“Americans’ great and secret fear is that America may turn out to be a phenomenon rather than a civilization.”
“There is balance in life, but not fairness”.
“The tragedy is not that love doesn’t last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.”
Below – “Memory of Landscape”; “No Flood”; “Drawing Emma while on the Phone with Emma”; “The Shirt”; “American”; “Wanderlust”; “Dog Life.”
“Love in a Life”
by Robert Browning
Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,
Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,—
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.
Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune—
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
But ‘tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!