16 June 2017 – Bothered in Bothell: Part XV

Musings in Spring: Robert Frost

“The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not to bar
Our passage to our journey’s end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are.”

 

Art for Spring – Part I of VI: Michael Fatali (American, contemporary)

Below – “Tales of Time” (cibachrome photograph)

 

Musings in Spring: Marty Rubin

“California weather is worth all the geniuses in New York.”

Below – Santa Barbara, California.

 

Art for Spring – Part II of VI: Charles Fazzino (American, contemporary)

Below – “Anaheim 3-D”


A Poem for Today

“The Water Carriers”
By Angelo Giambra

On hot days we would see them
leaving the hive in swarms. June and I
would watch them weave their way
through the sugarberry trees toward the pond
where they would stop to take a drink,
then buzz their way back, plump and full of water,
to drop it on the backs of the fanning bees.
If you listened you could hear them, their tiny wings
beating in unison as they cooled down the hive.
My brother caught one once, its bulbous body
bursting with water, beating itself against
the smooth glass wall of the canning jar.
He lit a match, dropped it in, but nothing
happened. The match went out and the bee
swam through the mix of sulfur and smoke
until my brother let it out. It flew straight
back to the hive. Later, we skinny-dipped
in the pond, the three of us, the August sun
melting the world around us as if it were
wax. In the cool of the evening, we walked
home, pond water still dripping from our skin,
glistening and twinkling like starlight.


Art for Spring – Part III of VI: Sonya Fe (American, contemporary)

Below – “It’s Important to Feel the Earth”

 

Musings in Spring: Annie Dillard

“You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”

Art for Spring – Part IV of VI: Randy Fehr (Canadian, contemporary)

Below – “Heart of Winter”

Musings in Spring: Christopher Hitchens

“Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that THEY are gods.”


Art for Spring – Part V of VI: Di Li Feng (Chinese, contemporary)

Below – “River Rain”


A Second Poem for Today

“More Lies”
By Karin Gottshall

Sometimes I say I’m going to meet my sister at the café—
even though I have no sister—just because it’s such
a beautiful thing to say. I’ve always thought so, ever since

I read a novel in which two sisters were constantly meeting
in cafés. Today, for example, I walked alone
on the wet sidewalk, wearing my rain boots, expecting

someone might ask where I was headed. I bought
a steno pad and a watch battery, the store windows
fogged up. Rain in April is a kind of promise, and it costs

nothing. I carried a bag of books to the café and ordered
tea. I like a place that’s lit by lamps. I like a place
where you can hear people talk about small things,

like the difference between azure and cerulean,
and the price of tulips. It’s going down. I watched
someone who could be my sister walk in, shaking the rain

from her hair. I thought, even now florists are filling
their coolers with tulips, five dollars a bundle. All over
the city there are sisters. Any one of them could be mine.

 

Art for Spring – Part VI of VI; James Feriola (American, 1925-1997)

Below – “NY403, Rowboat”

Musings in Spring: George Carlin

“Now, there’s one thing you might have noticed I don’t complain about: politicians. Everybody complains about politicians. Everybody says they suck. Well, where do people think these politicians come from? They don’t fall out of the sky. They don’t pass through a membrane from another reality. They come from American parents and American families, American homes, American schools, American churches, American businesses and American universities, and they are elected by American citizens. This is the best we can do folks. This is what we have to offer. It’s what our system produces: Garbage in, garbage out. If you have selfish, ignorant citizens, you’re going to get selfish, ignorant leaders. Term limits ain’t going to do any good; you’re just going to end up with a brand new bunch of selfish, ignorant Americans. So, maybe, maybe, maybe, it’s not the politicians who suck. Maybe something else sucks around here… like, the public. Yeah, the public sucks. There’s a nice campaign slogan for somebody: ‘The Public Sucks. Fuck Hope.”

American Art – Mary Cassatt

In the words of one writer, “Mary Stevenson Cassatt (May 22, 1844 – June 14, 1926) was an American painter and printmaker. She was born in Pennsylvania, but lived much of her adult life in France, where she first befriended Edgar Degas and later exhibited among the Impressionists. Cassatt often created images of the social and private lives of women, with particular emphasis on the intimate bonds between mothers and children.”

Below – “Young Woman in a Black and Green Bonnet”; “The Boating Party”; “Tea”; “Summertime”; “Mother and Child”; “Young Woman in Green, Outdoors in the Sun.”

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