April Offerings – Part XVIII: Something to Delight both Head and Heart

American Art – Part I of IV: Lenore Simon

In the words of one writer, “Lenore Simon majored in art since high school in New York. She has attended Printmaking Workshops at the New School in New York, Intaglio Workshops at the Art Center Of Northern New Jersey and classes at Cooper Union for the Advancement of Science and Art.”

Below – “Nicks II”; “Eve”; “Rehearsal”; “Circus”; “Self Portrait.”
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Born 18 April 1839 – Henry Clarence Kendall, an Australian poet.

“Sonnet”

I purposed once to take my pen and write,
Not songs, like some, tormented and awry
With passion, but a cunning harmony
Of words and music caught from glen and height,
And lucid colours born of woodland light
And shining places where the sea-streams lie.
But this was when the heat of youth glowed white,
And since I’ve put the faded purpose by.
I have no faultless fruits to offer you
Who read this book; but certain syllables
Herein are borrowed from unfooted dells
And secret hollows dear to noontide dew;
And these at least, though far between and few,
May catch the sense like subtle forest spells.
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From the Music Archives – Part I of II: Leopold Stokowski

“On matters of intonation and technicalities I am more than a martinet—I am a martinetissimo.” – Leopold Stokowski, Anglo-American orchestral conductor, who was born on18 April 1882.

Leopold Stokowski was one of the most famous and influential orchestral conductors of the 20th century, and I will always associate him with Walt Disney’s remarkable 1940 movie “Fantasia,” in which he appeared and for which he conducted nearly all the music. I still remember being both awed and frightened by this movie when I saw it as a boy, and I am happy to share the “Toccata and Fugue in D Minor” segment of the film, for which Stokowski produced his own orchestration of Bach’s great work.

Fancies in Springtime: Maud Hart Lovelace

“The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.”
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“The universe may
be as great as they say.
But it wouldn’t be missed
if it didn’t exist.” – A “grook” (a short, witty poem) written by Piet Hein, Danish architect, mathematician, inventor, author, and poet, who died 18 April 1996.

More Piet Hein grooks:

“Consolation Grook”

Losing one glove
is certainly painful,
but nothing
compared to the pain,
of losing one,
throwing away the other,
and finding
the first one again.

“HINT AND SUGGESTION – Admonitory grook addressed to youth”

The human spirit sublimates
the impulses it thwarts;
a healthy sex life mitigates
the lust for other sports.

“PRAYER – to the sun above the clouds”

Sun that givest all things birth,
shine on everything on earth!

If that’s too much to demand,
shine at least on this our land.

If even that’s too much for thee,
shine at any rate on me.

“CIRCUMSCRIPTURE”

As Pastor X steps out of bed
he slips a neat disguise on:
that halo round his priestly head
is really his horizon.

“SOCIAL MECHANISM”

When people always
try to take
the very smallest
piece of cake
how can it also
always be
that that’s the one
that’s left for me?

“MISSING LINK”

Man’s a kind
of Missing Link,
fondly thinking
he can think.

“FORETASTE WITH AFTERTASTE”

Corinna’s scanty evening dress
reveals her charms to an excess
which makes a fellow lust for less.

“A PSYCHOLOGICAL TIP”

Whenever you’re called on to make up your mind,
and you’re hampered by not having any,
the best way to solve the dilemma, you’ll find,
is simply by spinning a penny.
No — not so that chance shall decide the affair
while you’re passively standing there moping;
but the moment the penny is up in the air,
you suddenly know what you’re hoping.

Fancies in Springtime: Neil deGrasse Tyson

“On Venus you could cook a 16-inch pepperoni pizza in seven seconds, just by holding it out to the air. (Yes, I did the math.)”
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The Pulitzer Prize – Part I of V: Susan Faludi

“A lot of people seem to want to make the institution of marriage substitute for a real relationship.” – Susan Faludi, American feminist, journalist, author, and recipient of the 1991 Pulitzer Prize for Explanatory Journalism, who was born 18 April 1959.

Some quotes from Susan Faludi:

“Feminism’s agenda is basic: It asks that women not be forced to choose between public justice and private happiness.”
“Divorced men are more likely to meet their car payments than their child support obligations.”
“I think a reason that a lot of people feel politically paralyzed is that it used to be clear how power was organized. But those who have their hands on the levers of popular culture today have great power – and it isn’t even clear who they are.”
“The culture used to move relatively slowly, so you could take aim. Now it moves so fast, and is so fluffy and meaningless, you feel like an idiot even complaining about it.”
“The media and the rest of popular culture weren’t recording people’s reactions to 9/11; they were forcing made-up reactions down people’s throats.”
“What happened with Hurricane Katrina was the American electorate was forced to look at what lay behind the veneer of chest-beating. We all saw the consequences of having terrible government leadership.”

A Poem for Today

“I Have Not Lived,”
By Walter Clyde Curry

Though half my years besiege the aged sun,
I have not lived. My robust preparation
Lags tardily behind fit consummation,
Droops sweatily in courses just begun.

Oh, I have loved and lusted with the best,
Plucked momentary music from the senses;
I’ve kissed a lip or two with fair pretenses
And wept for softness of a woman’s breast.

My mind rebounds to nether joys and pain,
Toying with filth and pharisaic leaven;
I know the lift up sundry peaks to heaven,
And every rockless path to hell again.

I wait the hour when gods have more to give
Than husks and bare insatiate will to live.
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American Art – Part II of IV: Jeff Barson

Here is one critic describing the artistry of painter Jeff Barson (born 1966): “Barson’s style is rich and refreshing, bearing the imprint of a finely tuned artistic hand. His colors are equally opulent, so captivating that it’s hard to remove their memory from your mind.”
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18 April 1853 – The first train in Asia takes to the rails on a 36 km run from Bombay to Thana in India. Today, rail service in the country is as wonderful as it is extensive, and the several train trips I have taken in India were filled with pleasant serendipities.

Below – A photograph of the Bombay to Thana train taken in 1853.
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Fancies in Springtime: Daniel J. Rice

“It occurred to me that no words by the tongue of man can express the simplicities of a quiet land, so I returned to the river.”
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From the Music Archive – Part II of II: John Lennon

18 April 1975 – John Lennon releases “Stand by Me.”

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A Second Poem for Today

“The Wheel Revolves”
By Kenneth Rexroth

You were a girl of satin and gauze
Now you are my mountain and waterfall companion.
Long ago I read those lines of Po Chu I
Written in his middle age.
Young as I was they touched me.
I never thought in my own middle age
I would have a beautiful young dancer
To wander with me by falling crystal waters,
Among mountains of snow and granite,
Least of all that unlike Po’s girl
She would be my very daughter.

The earth turns towards the sun.
Summer comes to the mountains.
Blue grouse drum in the red fir woods
All the bright long days.
You put blue jay and flicker feathers
In your hair.
Two and two violet green swallows
Play over the lake.
The blue birds have come back
To nest on the little island.
The swallows sip water on the wing
And play at love and dodge and swoop
Just like the swallows that swirl
Under and over the Ponte Vecchio.
Light rain crosses the lake
Hissing faintly. After the rain
There are giant puffballs with tortoise shell backs
At the edge of the meadow.
Snows of a thousand winters
Melt in the sun of one summer.
Wild cyclamen bloom by the stream.
Trout veer in the transparent current.
In the evening marmots bark in the rocks.
The Scorpion curls over the glimmering ice field.
A white crowned night sparrow sings as the moon sets.
Thunder growls far off.
Our campfire is a single light
Amongst a hundred peaks and waterfalls.
The manifold voices of falling water
Talk all night.
Wrapped in your down bag
Starlight on your cheeks and eyelids
Your breath comes and goes
In a tiny cloud in the frosty night.
Ten thousand birds sing in the sunrise.
Ten thousand years revolve without change.
All this will never be again.
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Fancies in Springtime: Kent Haruf

“It seems to me nothing man has done or built on this land is an improvement over what was here before.”
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“Borders? I have never seen one. But I have heard they exist in the minds of some people.” – Thor Heyerdahl, Norwegian ethnographer and adventurer most notable for his 1947 Kon-Tiki expedition, who died 18 April 2002.

Some quotes from the work of Thor Heyerdahl:

“A civilized nation can have no enemies, and one cannot draw a line across a map, a line that doesn’t even exist in nature and say that the ugly enemy lives on the one side, and good friends live on the other.”
“One learns more from listening than speaking. And both the wind and the people who continue to live close to nature still have much to tell us which we cannot hear within university walls.”
“In fighting nature, man can win every battle except the last. If he should win that too, he will perish, like an embryo cutting its own umbilical cord.”
“I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don’t believe it exists. I’ve felt this again and again, when alone and out in nature. On such occasions, time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.”
“We must wake up to the insane reality of our time. We are all irresponsible, unless we demand from the responsible decision makers that modern armaments must no longer be made available to people whose former battle axes and swords our ancestors condemned.”
“Civilization grew in the beginning from the minute that we had communication – particularly communication by sea that enabled people to get inspiration and ideas from each other and to exchange basic raw materials.”
“In my experience, it is rarer to find a really happy person in a circle of millionaires than among vagabonds.”
“It is also rarer to find happiness in a man surrounded by the miracles of technology than among people living in the desert of the jungle and who by the standards set by our society would be considered destitute and out of touch.”

Below – Thor Heyerdahl; Kon-Tiki, the raft Heyerdahl used in his expedition across the Pacific Ocean from South America to the Polynesian Islands.
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French Art – Part I of II: Didier Delamonica

Here is one critic describing the artistry of painter Didier Delamonica (born 1950): “Without any doubt, Delamonica is a poet and a storyteller who claims the freedom of leading us into a universe where only his personal vision matters.
This born storyteller who translates his text into highly fanciful images rather than words nurtures his imagination on Biblical, mythological stories and on legends from other cultures. He probably adds to that a lot of himself. He cares first and foremost about the beauty and the light of his painting, and wishes to share his daydream with us.
Each theme, each story is a pretext for building a fairytale universe where the slightest detail has its own importance and is a sort of key. For the deciphering to be richer, more complete, one must move from one side of the painting to the other, find clues, admittedly, but also accept to be immersed in the narrative.
Entering into the Delamonica world without losing your bearings means returning to childhood instincts, accepting the irrational, becoming part of the dreamlike surroundings, thus leaving reality completely behind you. More important still is to know the legends of the past, the bygone tales told by the fireside, all those stories told the world over.”
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Fancies in Springtime: Peter Matthiessen

“I grow into these mountains like a moss. I am bewitched. The blinding snow peaks and the clarion air, the sound of earth and heaven in the silence, the requiem birds, the mythic beasts, the flags, great horns, and old carved stones, the silver ice in the black river, the Kang, the Crystal Mountain. Also, I love the common miracles-the murmur of my friends at evening, the clay fires of smudgy juniper, the coarse dull food, the hardship and simplicity, the contentment of doing one thing at a time… gradually my mind has cleared itself, and wind and sun pour through my head, as through a bell. Though we talk little here, I am never lonely; I am returned into myself. In another life-this isn’t what I know, but how I feel- these mountains were my home; there is a rising of forgotten knowledge, like a spring from hidden aquifers under the earth. To glimpse one’s own true nature is a kind of homegoing, to a place East of the Sun, West of the Moon- the homegoing that needs no home, like that waterfall on the supper Suli Gad that turns to mist before touching the earth and rises once again to the sky.”

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Nobel Laureate: Albert Einstein

“The significant problems we face cannot be solved by the same level of thinking that created them.” – Albert Einstein, German-born theoretical physicist and genius who developed the theory of general relativity and thereby fundamentally changed our view of both the universe and our place in it. Einstein, who died on 18 April 1955, won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1921 “for his services to theoretical physics, and especially for his discovery of the law of the photoelectric effect.”

Some quotes from the work of Albert Einstein:

“Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.”
“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger and more complex… It takes a touch of genius – and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.”
“Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.”
“Anyone who doesn’t take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either.”
“Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.”
“I am not only a pacifist but a militant pacifist. I am willing to fight for peace.” “Nothing will end war unless the people themselves refuse to go to war.”
“Force always attracts men of low morality.”
“I do not believe in immortality of the individual, and I consider ethics to be an exclusively human concern with no superhuman authority behind it.”
“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
“Information is not knowledge.”
“Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.”
“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
“Nationalism is an infantile disease. It is the measles of mankind.”
“It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.”
“Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.”
“Nothing is more destructive of respect for the government and the law of the land than passing laws which cannot be enforced.”
“Solitude is painful when one is young, but delightful when one is more mature.”
“The hardest thing to understand in the world is the income tax.”
“Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal.”
“The road to perdition has ever been accompanied by lip service to an ideal.”
“You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.”
“The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”

French Art – Part II of II: Lortiwa

Artist Lortiwa lives and works in Paris.
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The Pulitzer Prize – Part II of V: Michael Cristofer

18 April 1977 – Michael Cristofer wins the Pulitzer Prize for Drama for “The Shadow Box.”

“Your whole life goes by and it feels like only a minute. You try to remember what it was you believed in. What was so important? What was it? You wanted to make a difference. And then you think someone should have said it sooner. Someone should have said it a long time ago. When we were young, someone should have said, ‘This is living. This is life. This lifetime doesn’t last forever. A few days. A few minutes. That’s all.’
This face. These hands. This world. It doesn’t last forever.
This air. This light. This earth. The things you love. These children. This smile. This paint. It doesn’t last forever.
It was never supposed to last forever. These things you have. This moment. They will not last forever.” – from “The Shadow Box”
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Fancies in Springtime: Lucy Maud Montgomery

“Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.”
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A Third Poem for Today

“Driving to Camp Lend-A-Hand”
By Berwyn Moore

The day we picked our daughter up from camp,
goldenrod lined the road, towheaded scouts
bowing on both sides, the parting of macadam
as we drove, the fields dry, the sky lacy with clouds.
A farmer waved. A horse shrugged its haughty head.
We stopped for corn, just picked, and plums and kale,
sampled pies, still warm, and tarts and honeyed bread.
Sheets on a line ballooned out like a ship’s sail.
Time stopped in those miles before we saw her.
For eight days we hadn’t tucked her in or brushed
her hair or watched her grow, the week a busy blur
of grown-up bliss. It came anyway, that uprush
of fear—because somewhere a child was dead:
at a market, a subway, a school, in a lunatic’s bed.
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American Art – Part III of IV: Adam Normandin

Here is the Artist Statement of painter Adam Normandin: “In my work, I seek to emphasize the beauty and relevance of unobserved details. Everyday things may not be recognized by most as beautiful, yet the ordinary can be compelling, truthful and soulful.
At the core, my work focuses on the commitment and persistence required to understand and ultimately master this art form. I rarely choose my subjects, instead they draw me to them. Recently, freight trains, industrial machinery and old tools fascinate me. Years of use and exposure to the elements imprint a sense of tireless duty onto these objects. They are purely functional and have a “no-nonsense” existence that resonates with my own way of working.
Freight trains are particularly intriguing to me because they are travelers, relentlessly moving from one place to the next, year after year. Many have been in operation for several decades, without rest. All the layers of rust, numeric codes and graffiti give the surface of each train a unique character. Accumulated details reveal truthful and compelling stories, transforming an ordinary object’s nature into something full of history and inherent beauty. If something mundane and functional can communicate such richness and complexity then perhaps we can find meaning within the most ordinary aspects of our own lives as well.”
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The Pulitzer Prize – Part III of V: James Merrill

18 April 1977 – James Merrill wins the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for “Divine Comedies.”

“Remember Sam and Frodo in their hot
Waterless desolation overshot
By evil zombies. They of course come through
—It’s what, in any Quest, the heroes do—
But at the cost of being set apart,
Emptied, diminished. Tolkien knew this. Art—
The tale that all but shapes itself—survives
By feeding on its personages’ lives.
The stripping process, sort of. What to say?
Our lives led to this. It’s the price we pay.” – from “The Book of Ephraim,” in “Divine Comedies”
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Italian painter Normanno Soscia (born 1938) studied at the Institute of Art in Naples.
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The Pulitzer Prize – Part IV of V: Alice Walker

18 April 1983 – Alice Walker wins the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for “The Color Purple.”

“I am an expression of the divine, just like a peach is, just like a fish is. I have a right to be this way…I can’t apologize for that, nor can I change it, nor do I want to… We will never have to be other than who we are in order to be successful…We realize that we are as ourselves unlimited and our experiences valid. It is for the rest of the world to recognize this, if they choose.” – from “The Color Purple”
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The paintings of Spanish artist Montserrat Gudiol i Corominas (born 1933) have been exhibited throughout Europe and the Americas.
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Fancies in Springtime: Simon Morden

“Don’t reject something just because it seems strange. It’s comfort that will kill you in the end.”
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The Pulitzer Prize – Part V of V: Galway Kinnell

18 April 1983 – Galway Kinnell wins the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for “Selected Poems.”

“Blackberry Eating”

I love to go out in late September

among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries

to eat blackberries for breakfast,

the stalks very prickly, a penalty

they earn for knowing the black art

of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them

lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries

fall almost unbidden to my tongue,

as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words

like strengths or squinched,

many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,

which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well

in the silent, startled, icy, black language

of blackberry — eating in late September. – from “Selected Poems”
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A Fourth Poem for Today

“Father, Child, Water”
By Gary Dop

I lift your body to the boat
before you drown or choke or slip too far

beneath. I didn’t think—just jumped, just did
what I did like the physics

that flung you in. My hands clutch under
year-old arms, between your life

jacket and your bobbing frame, pushing you,
like a fountain cherub, up and out.

I’m fooled by the warmth pulsing from
the gash on my thigh, sliced wide and clean

by an errant screw on the stern.
No pain. My legs kick out blood below.

My arms strain
against our deaths to hold you up

as I lift you, crying, reaching, to the boat.
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From the American History Archives: Paul Revere

18 April 1775: Paul Revere and William Dawes set out on horseback to warn colonists that British forces were approaching.

“Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.” – The opening lines of “Paul Revere’s Ride,” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Here is one critic describing the artistry of Montenegrin painter and sculptor Vojo Stanic (born 1924): “In time he turned to painting, enabling him to better express his peace-loving, Mediterranean spirit and interest in people. His paintings are small drama stories from every day life, full of spirit. They bring back to life the spirit of Renaissance comedies, presenting human weaknesses and at the same time he shows understanding for them. Topics from cafes, sea or home are often a mixture of surreal details or imaginative relationship of characters and objects.”
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Fancies in Springtime: Neil deGasse Tyson

“On Friday the 13th of April 2029, an asteroid large enough to fill the Rose Bowl as though it were an egg cup, will fly so close to Earth, that it will dip below the altitude of our communication satellites. We did not name this asteroid Bambi. Instead, it’s named Apophis, after the Egyptian god of darkness and death. If the trajectory of Apophis at close approach passes within a narrow range of altitudes called the ‘keyhole,’ the precise influence of Earth’s gravity on its orbit will guarantee that seven years later in 2036, on its next time around, the asteroid will hit Earth directly, slamming in the Pacific Ocean between California and Hawaii. The tsunami it creates will wipe out the entire west coast of North America, bury Hawaii, and devastate all the land masses of the Pacific Rim. If Apophis misses the keyhole in 2029, then, of course, we have nothing to worry about in 2036.”

Below – Apophis.
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From the American Old West: Billy the Kid Escapes

18 April 1881: In the words of one historian, “Billy the Kid had been sentenced to be hanged by the neck until dead and was being held prisoner in the Old Lincoln County Courthouse in the New Mexico Territory. Somehow he got hold of a six-shooter, killed the two deputies who were guarding him, then stole a horse and rode out of town.” This was to prove Billy the Kid’s most famous escape – and his final one. Two months later he was tracked down and shot dead by Sheriff Pat Garrett.

Below – Billy the Kid; the Old Lincoln County Courthouse and Jail, where Billy the Kid was held.
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A Fifth Poem for Today

“Rain at the Zoo”
By Kristen Tracy

A giraffe presented its head to me, tilting it
sideways, reaching out its long gray tongue.
I gave it my wheat cracker while small drops
of rain pounded us both. Lightning cracked open
the sky. Zebras zipped across the field.
It was springtime in Michigan. I watched
the giraffe shuffle itself backwards, toward
the herd, its bone- and rust-colored fur beading
with water. The entire mix of animals stood
away from the trees. A lone emu shook
its round body hard and squawked. It ran
along the fence line, jerking open its wings.
Perhaps it was trying to shake away the burden
of water or indulging an urge to fly. I can’t know.
I have no idea what about their lives these animals
love or abhor. They are captured or born here for us,
and we come. It’s true. This is my favorite field.
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Fancies in Springtime: Barry Lopez

“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience; to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder upon it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of the moon and the colors of the dawn and dusk.”
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The Pacific Theater in World War II, Part I of II – 18 April 1942: The Doolittle Raid

18 April 1942: Lieutenant Colonel James “Jimmy” Doolittle leads an aerial attack against the Japanese home islands. Taking off from the deck of the United States aircraft carrier Hornet in B-25 bombers – a feat thought impossible – Doolittle and his fellow airmen were able to provide a significant morale boost to Americans and partially avenge the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.

Below – Lieutenant Colonel James Doolittle; a B-25 lifting off from the deck of the Hornet; Doolittle sitting beside the wing of his crashed plane somewhere in China.
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Born 18 April 1852 – George Clausen, an English artist.

Below – “The Girl at the Gate”; “Day Dreams”; “Head of a Peasant Woman”; “The Golden Age”; “Dusk”; “Reading by Lamplight (Twilight: Interior)”; “In the Orchard”; “The Watcher”; “The Blacksmith”; “Portrait of a Girl’s Head”; “The Cherry Orchard”; “The Stars Coming Out.”
The Girl at the Gate 1889 by Sir George Clausen 1852-1944

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(c) Mrs Jane Smith; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

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(c) Mrs Jane Smith; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

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The Pacific Theater in World War II, Part II of II – 18 April 1943: Operation Vengeance

18 April 1943: A group of American airmen flying P-38 fighter planes intercepts and shoots down a plane carrying Admiral Yamamoto Isoroku, the architect of the Pearl Harbor attack. This long-range mission succeeded both because American cryptanalysts had broken Japanese military codes and because the pilots selected for the mission were incredibly courageous and skillful.

Below – A P-38 fighter; Yamamoto’s crashed plane in thick jungle; the pilots responsible for the success of the mission.
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Fancies in Springtime: Jacquetta Hawkes

“It is only the pathetic shortness of human life that gives each individual a sense of the permanence of his background. The land we all walk upon has been under the sea many times, and it will be submerged again.”

Below – Sea fossils in Kansas; sea fossils in the Himalayas.
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Back from the Territory – Art: Rie Munoz (Part V)

Artist Statement: “My artwork can best be described as expressionism. The term applies to work that rejects camera snapshot realism, and instead, expresses emotion by distortion and strong colors. My paintings reflect an interest in the day-to-day activities of Alaskans such as fishing, berry picking, children at play, crabbing, and whaling. I am also fascinated with the legends of Alaska’s Native people. While I find much to paint around Juneau, most of my material comes from sketching trips taken to the far corners of Alaska. I’ve taught school on King Island in the Bering Sea, traveled and sketched almost every community in Alaska.”

Back from the Territory, I share this with you, before I light out again.

Below – “Potlach Bar, Ketchikan”; “Power Outage, Orcas Island”; “Raft of Ducks”; “Raspberry Patch”; “Raven and Herring.”
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A Sixth Poem for Today

“Sunflower”
By Frank Steele

You’re expected to see
only the top, where sky
scrambles bloom, and not
the spindly leg, hairy, fending off
tall, green darkness beneath.
Like every flower, she has a little
theory, and what she thinks
is up. I imagine the long
climb out of the dark
beyond morning glories, day lilies, four o’clocks
up there to the dream she keeps
lifting, where it’s noon all day.
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Fancies in Springtime: Daniel J. Rice

“There are places which exist in this world beyond the reach of imagination.”
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American Art – Part IV of IV: Lee Sie

In the words of one writer, Lee Sie was born in Utrecht Netherlands, grew up in Northern California, and now resides in San Diego, California.”

Below – “Poipu Sunrise” “Hidden Falls”; “Neptune’s Garden”; “The Final Act”; “Encinitas, California.”
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