Musings in Spring: Alejandro Zambra
“Last night I walked for hours. It was as if I wanted to get lost down some unknown street. To get absolutely and happily lost. But there are moments when we can’t, when we don’t know how to lose our way. Even if we always go in the wrong direction. Even if we lose all our points of reference. Even if it begins to grow late and we feel the weight of morning as we advance. There are times when no matter how we try to find out what we don’t know, we can’t lose our way. And perhaps we long for the time when we could be lost. The time when all the streets were new.”
Below – Jesus Esteves Fuertes: “Lady Walking at Night Downtown”
Art for Spring – Part I of IV: Dmitry Margolin (Russian, contemporary)
Below – “Portrait of Gayla with a Hat”
A Poem for Today
“Hay for the Horses”
By Gary Snyder
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We stacked the bales up clean
To splintery redwood rafters
High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa
Whirling through shingle-cracks of light,
Itch of haydust in the
sweaty shirt and shoes.
At lunchtime under Black oak
Out in the hot corral,
—The old mare nosing lunchpails,
Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds—
“I’m sixty-eight” he said,
“I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I’ve gone and done.”
Art for Spring – Part II of IV: Dmitri Matkovsky (Russian, contemporary)
Below – “Lemon-mint Mojito”
A Second Poem for Today
“Representing Far Places”
By William Stafford
In the canoe wilderness branches wait for winter;
every leaf concentrates; a drop from the paddle falls.
Up through water at the dip of a falling leaf
to the sky’s drop of light or the smell of another star
fish in the lake leap arcs of realization,
hard fins prying our from the dark below.
Often in society when the talk turns witty
you think of that place, and can’t polarize at all:
it would be a kind of treason. The land fans in your head
canyon by canyon; steep roads diverge.
Representing far places you stand in the room,
all that you know merely a weight in the weather.
It is all right to be simply the way you have to be,
among contradictory ridges in some crescendo of knowing.
Below – Albert Bierstadt: “The Rocky Mountains, Lander’s Peak” (1863)
Art for Spring – Part III of IV: Svetlana Melnichenko (Russian, contemporary)
Below – “Her Morning”
Musings in Spring: Joseph Campbell
“Perhaps some of us have to go through dark and devious ways before we can find the river of peace or the highroad to the soul’s destination.”
Art for Spring – Part IV of IV: Andrew Wyeth (American, )
Below – “Cranberries”