Thursday Offerings

Musings in Spring: Susanna Clarke

“Woods were ringed with a colour so soft, so subtle that it could scarcely be said to be a colour at all. It was more the idea of a colour – as if the trees were dreaming green dreams or thinking green thoughts.”

Art for Spring – Part I of VI: Brad Aldridge (American, contemporary)

Below- “Oxbow at Evening”

A Poem for Today

“Sight”
By Faith Shearin

Go north a dozen years
on a road overgrown with vines
to find the days after you were born.
Flowers remembered their colors and trees
were frothy and the hospital was

behind us now, its brick indifference
forgotten by our car mirrors. You were
revealed to me: tiny, delicate,
your head smelling of some other world.
Turn right after the circular room

where I kept my books and right again
past the crib where you did not sleep
and you will find the window where
I held you that June morning
when you opened your eyes. They were

blue, tentative, not the deep chocolate
they would later become. You were gazing
into the world: at our walls,
my red cup, my sleepless hair and though
I’m told you could not focus, and you

no longer remember, we were seeing
one another after seasons of darkness.

Below – Pablo Picasso: “Mother and Child and Study of Hands”

Art for Spring – Part II of VI: Pierre Alechchinsky (French, contemporary)

Below – “Seoul, Korea”

Musings in Spring: African Proverb

“Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors.”

Art for Spring – Part III of VI: John Alexander (American, contemporary)

Below – “Marsh Scene”

Musings in Spring: William Butler Yeats

“Everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.”

Art for Spring – Part IV of VI: Jason Alexander (Canadian, contemporary)

Below – “Fruits and Flowers”

A Second Poem for Today

“Aunt Eudora’s Harlequin Romance”
By Marilyn L. Taylor

She turns the bedlamp on. The book falls open
in her mottled hands, and while she reads
her mouth begins to quiver, forming words
like ‘Breathless’. ‘Promises’. ‘Elope’.
As she turns the leaves, Eudora’s cheek
takes on a bit of bloom. Her frowzy hair
thickens and turns gold, her dim eyes clear,
the wattles vanish from her slender neck.
Her waist, emerging from its ring of flesh,
bends to the side. Breasts that used to hang
like pockets rise and ripen; her long legs
tremble. Her eyes close, she holds her breath—
the steamy pages flutter by, unread,
as lover after lover finds her bed.

Below – Henri de Toulouse Lautrec: “In Bed”

Art for Spring – Part V of VI: Charles Curtis Allen (American, 1886-1950)

Below – Untitled

A Third Poem for Today

“Lily”
By Ron Koertge

No one would take her when Ruth passed.
As the survivors assessed some antiques,
I kept hearing, “She’s old. Somebody
should put her down.”

I picked her up instead. Every night I tell her
about the fish who died for her, the ones
in the cheerful aluminum cans.

She lies on my chest to sleep, rising
and falling, rising and falling like a rowboat
fastened to a battered dock by a string.

Art for Spring – Part VI of VI: Roberto Ugalde (Italian, contemporary)

Below – “Claustrophobic Forest II”

Musings in Spring: Kristin Cashore

“She didn’t want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold; each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her.”

Below – Johanna Baruch: “Woman Looking at Stars”

Contemporary American Art – Thomas P. Quinn

In the words of one writer, “One finds in his elegance and simplicity intriguing parallels with the Chinese masters of the Sung dynasty and 18th century Japanese landscape painters – a tendency to suggest with calligraphic brevity, allowing much revelation to be completed in the viewer’s mind.”

Below – “Advance of the Sandhills”; “Coyote Nocturne”; “Flood Tide at China Camp”; “Looking Afar”; “The Appearance of Cougars.”

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