Sentient in San Francisco – 12 April 2019

This Date in Art History: Born 12 April 1885 – Robert Delaunay, a French painter.

Below – “Paysage au disque”; “Champs de Mars, La Tour rouge”; “Simultaneous Contrasts: Sun and Moon”; “Nature morte au vase de fleurs”; “Nu à la toilette (Nu à la coiffeuse).”


This Date in Literary History: Died 12 April 1998 – Robert Ford, a Canadian poet and translator.

“Sandsend”
by Robert Ford

The sun will flee again soon, following its divine angle,
to fall beyond the hill, before the cool flow of night arrives.

The last car will leave the village and argue its way back up the road,
its driver tapping out a rhythm of fidgets on the steering wheel,

and all that will linger is the clong, clong, of the bell around the neck
of a goat, beckoning to its partner in the darkness,

and the slow, slow clap of the waves, studded with pebbles,
one by one, eating into the rounded belly of the bay.

Below – Michelle Calkins: “Pebbles on the Beach”


Contemporary American Art – leslie sheryll

Artist Statement (partial): “I appropriate & digitally alter 19th century tintypes, predominantly of women. I name each woman using names common during the 19th century; thus giving each a personal identity.”

Below – “ Abigal, Odelia, Lilah, Libby and Katy”; “ Clare.”

A Poem for Today

“Time”
by Robin Chapman

My neighbor, 87, rings the doorbell to ask
if I might have seen her clipping shears
that went missing a decade ago,
with a little red paint on their shaft,
or the iron turkey bank and the porcelain
coffee cup that disappeared a while back
when her friend, now dead, called the police
to break in to see if she were ill, and have we
had trouble with our phone line, hers
is dead and her car and driver’s license
are missing though she can drive perfectly
well, just memory problems, and her son
is coming this morning to take her up
to Sheboygan, where she was born
and where the family has its burial lots,
to wait on assisted living space, and she
just wanted to say we’d been good neighbors
all these how many? years, and how lucky
I am to have found such a nice man
and could she borrow a screwdriver,
the door lock to her house is jammed.

Below – Nagkyoo Seong: “Old Woman”

Contemporary French Painting – Diana Iancu

Below – “A dream of Spring”; “Abstract Green.”


Musings in Spring: Tom Robbins

“Our similarities bring us to a common ground; Our differences allow us to be fascinated by each other.”

Below – Peter Worsley: “Rainy Day”

Contemporary American Art – Mark Hobley

Below – “The Birdwatcher”; “Chief Rides Alone”; “It’s Far from the End”; “Global Ideas”; “the general notion of love.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 12 April 1952 – Gary Soto, an American poet, novelist, and memoirist.

“Saturday at the Canal”
by Gary Soto

I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
Too close to dying to understand. The hallways
Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair. Thus,
A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday,
Neither of us talking much, just warming ourselves
By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground
And feeling awful because San Francisco was a postcard
On a bedroom wall. We wanted to go there,
Hitchhike under the last migrating birds
And be with people who knew more than three chords
On a guitar. We didn’t drink or smoke,
But our hair was shoulder length, wild when
The wind picked up and the shadows of
This loneliness gripped loose dirt. By bus or car,
By the sway of train over a long bridge,
We wanted to get out. The years froze
As we sat on the bank. Our eyes followed the water,
White-tipped but dark underneath, racing out of town.

Below – Frances Hopkins: “Boys Fishing”

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