Sentient in San Francisco – 1 November 2018

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 1 November 1871 – Stephen Crane, an American poet, novelist, and short story writer.

“A Man Said to the Universe”
by Stephen Crane

A man said to the universe:
“Sir I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”

This Date in Art History: Born 1 November 1887 – L. S. Lowry, an English painter and illustrator.

Below – “Industrial Landscape”; “The Pond”; “The Lake”; “Going to the Match”; “The Rush Hour”; “The Steps.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 1 November 1896 – Edmund Blunden, an English poet, author, and critic.

“Sheepbells”
By Edmund Blunden

Moonsweet the summer evening steals
Upon the babbling day;
Mournfully, most mournfully
Light dies away.
There the yew, the solitary,
Vaults a deeper melancholy,
As from distant dells
Chance music wells
From the browsing-bells.
Thus they dingle, thus they chime,
While the woodlark’s dimpling rings
In the dim air climb;
In the dim and dewy loneness,
Where the woodlark sings.

Below – John Constable: “Hampstead Heath, Looking Toward Harrow”

This Date in Art History: Born 1 November 1878 – Konrad Magi, an Estonian painter: Part I of II.

Below – “Portrait of a Woman”; “Flowery Field with Little House”; “A Landscape with a Bell Tower”; “Landscape of Vilsandi”; “Landscape with a Red Cloud”; “Beach Landscape.”

A Poem for Today

“Here and There”
by Emily Grosholz

What will I miss when I’m gone?
The squeak of the wheelbarrow’s wheel,
Grace note that strikes with every slow
Revolution, and then the hushed, rusty
Answer in triplets from the invisible
Bird in the lackluster maples.

Branches, weeds, last autumn’s leavings
Raked from the moss-eaten pads, beds,
Borders, still untrimmed hedges.
Also the silent pale blue bells
Of my half dozen borage, ringed,
Self-seeded from the woods.

Daylilies my mother liked to set
Roadside in June. Pale Greek anemones
She never traveled far enough
To find wild, as I did once or twice, but
Maybe I’ll bring her some, if over there
Windflowers blow beside a cloudy sea.

Below – Alix Ayme: “Young Woman with Anemones”

This Date in Art History: Born 1 November 1878 – Konrad Magi, an Estonian painter: Part II of II.

Below – “Landscape with Rocks”; “Landscape of Norway”; “Motif from Saaremaa”; “Cape Island”; “Italian Landscape”; “Venice.”

November Note from the Beach: “Call me Ishmael. Some years ago – never mind how long precisely – having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.” – Herman Melville

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