Musings in Spring: Mary Oliver
“Listen, whatever you see and love—
that’s where you are.”
Art for Spring- Part I of V: Sorin Sorin (Russian, contemporary)
Below – “Stormy Tide”
A Poem for Today
“What Women Want”
By Kim Addonizio
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what’s underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I’m the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment
from its hanger like I’m choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,
it’ll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.
Art for Spring- Part II of V: James Rizzi (American, contemporary)
Below – “Waiting with the Moon”
Musings in Spring: Hermann Hesse
“A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, the longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home.”
Art for Spring- Part III of V: Irene Rumpold (Austrian, contemporary)
Below – “El Jardin Secreto” (bronze)
Musings in Spring: Mark Twain
“Herschel removed the speckled tent-roof from the world and exposed the immeasurable deeps of space, dim-flecked with fleets of colossal suns sailing their billion-leagued remoteness.”
Below – A photograph of deep space taken by the Hubble telescope.
Art for Spring- Part IV of V: Lucia Sarto (Italian, contemporary)
Below – “The Nude”
A Second Poem for Today
By William Stafford
From all encounters vintages ensue,
bitter, flat, or redolent. When we met
sunflowers were in bloom.
They mark the highway into Kansas yet.
My unreal errands, once the sun goes down,
fadeinto streetlight shadows.
Extenuate as the bright lights will, they run
into the hometown shadows.
I’m alongside old happenings when they flare;
like the dog that found the wounded quail
that came up through breast-feather shadows
into the sights and set their wings and sailed
The proximate field, and melted with shot
into another field – I bring things back from everywhere.
I am a man who detours through the park,
a man like those we used to meet back there –
Whose father had a son,
who has a son,
who finds his way by sunflowers through the dark.
Art for Spring- Part V of V: Rufino Tamayo (Mexican, 1899-1991)
Below – “Woman with Robes”
Musings in Spring: William Butler Yeats
“It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.”
Below – The Lake Isle of Innisfree.
Contemporary American Art – Jean Richardson
During her college years, she came under the influence of two prominent teachers whose roots were in the ‘Robert Henri’ branch of the New York school. First was Lamar Dodd, once a student himself of Henri, who inspired a generation of young artists at the University of Georgia. Second was Lucille Blanch, who, like her husband Arnold, was a New York painter and best friends with the Mexican artists Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo. These and other teachers encouraged Jean in her commitment not only to the vocation, but to the intellectual search for the ideas in which her work was to be grounded. Richardson returned to Oklahoma in the early seventies and has made her home in Oklahoma City since that time.”
Below – “Bright Tomorrow”; “Myth Messengers”; “New Delight”; “Animus”; “Swiftly Run”; “Counterpoise.”