Current Events – Part XXXV

“In a society in which nearly everybody is dominated by somebody else’s mind or by a disembodied mind, it becomes increasingly difficult to learn the truth about the activities of governments and corporations, about the quality or value of products, or about the health of one’s own place and economy.
In such a society, also, our private economies will depend less and less upon the private ownership of real, usable property, and more and more upon property that is institutional and abstract, beyond individual control, such as money, insurance policies, certificates of deposit, stocks, and shares. And as our private economies become more abstract, the mutual, free helps and pleasures of family and community life will be supplanted by a kind of displaced or placeless citizenship and by commerce with impersonal and self-interested suppliers…
Thus, although we are not slaves in name, and cannot be carried to market and sold as somebody else’s legal chattels, we are free only within narrow limits. For all our talk about liberation and personal autonomy, there are few choices that we are free to make. What would be the point, for example, if a majority of our people decided to be self-employed?
The great enemy of freedom is the alignment of political power with wealth. This alignment destroys the commonwealth – that is, the natural wealth of localities and the local economies of household, neighborhood, and community – and so destroys democracy, of which the commonwealth is the foundation and practical means.” ― Wendell Berry, American novelist, poet, environmental activist, cultural critic, farmer, and author of many worthy and extremely important books, including “The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture,” “The Gift of Good Land: Further Essays Cultural and Agricultural,” “What Are People For?,” and “Our Only World: Ten Essays.”

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20 June 2017 – Bothered in Bothell: Part XVIII

Musings in Spring: Annie Dillard

“I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.”


Art for Spring – Part I of IV: Kathy Lees (American, contemporary)

Below – “Reflection”


Musings in Spring: Mark Twain

“The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven not man’s.”

Art for Spring – Part II of IV: Bart Forbes (American, contemporary)

Below – Untitled watercolor (Peregrine Falcon)


A Poem for Today

“Reunion”
By Dana Gioia

This is my past where no one knows me.
These are my friends whom I can’t name—
Here in a field where no one chose me,
The faces older, the voices the same.

Why does this stranger rise to greet me?
What is the joke that makes him smile,
As he calls the children together to meet me,
Bringing them forward in single file?

I nod pretending to recognize them,
Not knowing exactly what I should say.
Why does my presence seem to surprise them?
Who is the woman who turns away?

Is this my home or an illusion?
The bread on the table smells achingly real.
Must I at last solve my confusion,
Or is confusion all I can feel?


Art for Spring – Part III of IV: Dirk Foslien (American, contemporary)

Below – “California Hills”

Musings in Spring: H.L. Mencken

“The men the American people admire most extravagantly are the most daring liars; the men they detest most violently are those who try to tell them the truth.”

Art for Spring – Part IV of VI: Peter Fowler (Welsh, contemporary)

Below – “Red Bar I”


A Second Poem for Today

“Bonsai at the Potter’s Stall”
By Kay Mullen

Under fluorescent light,
aligned on a bench

and table top, oranges
the size of marbles dangle

from trees with glossy
leaves. White trumpets

bloom in tiny clay pots.
Under a firethorn’s twisted

limbs, a three inch monk
holds a cup from which

he appears to drink
the interior life. The potter

prizes his bonsai children
who will never grow up,

never leave home.


Brazilian Art – Ozz Franca

In the words of one writer, “Ozz Franca (1928-1991) graduated from the Fine Arts School in Sao Paulo, Brazil in 1949. He won his first prize in art at the age of fourteen in the annual “Spring Salon” at Sao Paulo and from there he went on to win prizes all over Brazil. His great ability won him a scholarship to the University of Utah in 1952. Ozz thought that painting is to grasp a harmony between numerous different relationships and transpose them into a visual scale. His color on canvas is a function of light, varying in intensity and quality. Even the shadows are made up of color, animated by the reflections of the neighboring tones, harmonious, vivid and vibrant. Ozz Franca was continually aware of the vibrancy with which light surrounds things, the quality of light itself, its subtle flow, its reflections which both build up and dissolve forms with rhythmic patterns, harmonies of line and the splendor of color. In addition to Franca’s wide range of fine art, including florals, nudes, landscapes, and seascapes,Franca used to win much acclaim for the wonderful sensitivity and subtle harmonies in his interpretations of the expressions and moods of children.”

Below – Untitled; “Ships of Fire”; Untitled (Child Portrait”); “Seascape”; “Navajo Maiden”; “Evening in Taos”; “Flight of the Apache”; “Native American Woman.”


Musings in Spring: John Muir

“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm,
waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like
worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their
songs never cease.”

Below – Emily Carr: “Wind in the Tree Tops”


American Art – Fritz Scholder

In the words of one writer, “Fritz Scholder (October 6, 1937 – February 10, 2005) was a Native American artist. Born in Breckenridge, Minnesota, Scholder was one-quarter Luiseño, a California Mission tribe. Scholder’s most influential works were post-modern in sensibility and somewhat Pop Art in execution as he sought to deconstruct the mythos of the American Indian. A teacher at the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe in the late 1960s, Scholder influenced a generation of Native American students.”

Below – “Dream Dancer”; “Indians with Umbrellas”; “Indian at the Lake”; “Super Indian No. 2”; “Hopi Dancers”; “The American Indian.”

Musings in Spring: Lucy Maud Montgomery

“Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive–it’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there?”


Contemporary American Art – Elizabeth Livingston

In the words of one writer, “Livingston attended Yale University, where she received a BA in fine art in 2001. Subsequently, she earned her MFA from Boston University in 2006. She had her first solo exhibition at Alpha Gallery in 2009. In addition, Livingston has been included in numerous group exhibitions in Boston, New Haven, CT, Fort Worth, TX, and New York City, among others. She has been an artist in residence at the Vermont Studio Center and the Ucross Foundation in Wyoming. Her work has been widely collected throughout the U.S. and Europe. Livingston currently resides in New York City.”

Below – “Last Night”; “Waiting”; “The Yellow Room”; “Garden Apartment”; “Beach Combers”; “After Irene.”

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Current Events – Part XXIV

“That’s the whole point of good propaganda. You want to create a slogan that nobody’s going to be against, and everybody’s going to be for. Nobody knows what it means, because it doesn’t mean anything.” ― Noam Chomsky, American linguist, philosopher, cognitive scientist, historian, social critic, and political activist.

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19 June 2017 – Bothered in Bothell: Part XVII

Musings in Spring: Bryant McGill

“The greatest joys in life are found not only in what we do and feel, but also in our quiet hopes and labors for others.”

Art for Spring – Part I of V: Dana Clancy (American, contemporary)

Below – “Image Exchange”


Musings in Spring: Annie Dillard

“We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.”


Art for Spring – Part II of V: Leonor Fini (Argentinean, 1907-1996)

Below – Untitled (lithograph)

A Poem for Today

“Produce Wagon”
By Roy Scheele

The heat shimmer along our street
one midsummer midafternoon,
and wading up through it a horse’s hooves,
and each shoe raising a tongueless bell
that tolled in the neighborhood,
till the driver drew in the reins
and the horse hung its head and stood.

And something in a basket thin
as shavings (blackberries? or a ghost
of the memory of having tasted them?)
passing into my hands as mother paid,
and the man got up again,
slapping the loop from the reins,
and was off on his trundling wagon.


Art for Spring – Part III of V: Nat Finkelstein (American, contemporary)

Below – “Aenigma II Edie and Gerard”


Musings in Spring: H.L. Mencken

“The kind of man who wants the government to adopt and enforce his ideas is always the kind of man whose ideas are idiotic.”

Art for Spring – Part IV of  V: Eric Fischl (American, contemporary)

Below – Untitled (Boy in Blue Water for the Brooklyn Academy of Music)


Musings in Spring: Aditya Bhaskara

“To imbibe so much quiet is to become the music inside it.”

Art for Spring – Part V of V: Michael Flohr (American, contemporary)

Below – “Mel at the Bar”


A Second Poem for Today

“Old Houses”
By Robert Cording

Year after year after year
I have come to love slowly

how old houses hold themselves—

before November’s drizzled rain
or the refreshing light of June—

as if they have all come to agree
that, in time, the days are no longer
a matter of suffering or rejoicing.

I have come to love
how they take on the color of rain or sun
as they go on keeping their vigil

without need of a sign, awaiting nothing

more than the birds that sing from the eaves,
the seizing cold that sounds the rafters.

Contemporary American Art – Part I of II: Janet Fish

In the words of one writer, “Janet Fish was born in Boston. Her grandfather, Clark Voorhees was an American Impressionist, her father an art history teacher, and her mother, Florence Whistler Fish, a sculptor and potter.She studied sculpture and printmaking at Smith College and Skowhegan Summer School. She was one of the first women artists to receive her MFA from Yale University in 1963. Fish received her first one-woman exhibition in 1971 where her work sold out before the opening, and during the next several years became an established New York artist. Her exhibitions include: The Art Institute of Chicago, 1972 and 1974; The Whitney Museum of American Art, 1973; Brooklyn Museum, 1976; Isetan Museum, Tokoyo, 1985, National Museum of Women in the Arts, Washington D.C., 1991, The American Academy of Arts and Letters, 1994.”

Below – “Pears and Autumn Leaves”; “Ordering Spring”; “Tea Pot and Apple”; “Rose Hips Nest”; “Apples and Zinnias”; “Winsom’s Shells.”

 

Musings in Spring: Loren Eiseley

“It is a commonplace of all religious thought, even the most primitive, that the man seeking visions and insight must go apart from his fellows and live for a time in the wilderness.”

Contemporary American Art – Part II of II: Larry Fodor

Artist Statement: ”One may spend years attempting to shed the influences that impressionable young mind’s adapt in the process of learning, but what remains is essential aesthetics, translated, hopefully into some particular voice that belongs to a tradition 30,000 years in the making.”
In the words of one writer, “Born in California with a love and curiosity for the southwest, Fodor began his artistic career by emphasizing the magic, romance, spiritualism of the Native American relationship with the environment. With a strong background in drawing and numerous fine art degrees Fodor then moved on to a more expressionistic style which remains his focus today.”

Below – “Miyaheyan”; ‘Journey Ponies”; “Pueblo Eagle”; “Buffalo Lodge”; “Grey Arrow”; “Shadow of the Earth State I.”

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Current Events – Part XXXIII

“Society is like a stew. If you don’t stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.” ― Edward Abbey, American writer, essayist, environmentalist, anarchist, and author of “Desert Solitaire” and “The Monkey Wrench Gang.”

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18 June 2017 – Father’s Day

Quotes for Father’s Day – Part I of II

“When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant, I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.” – Mark Twain


Art for Spring – Part I of VI: Robert Birmelin (American, contemporary)

Below – “Dog’s Eye”


Quotes for Father’s Day – Part II of II

“The first half of our lives are ruined by our parents, the second half by our children.” –  Clarence Darrow


Art for Spring – Part II of VI: Gideon Bok (American, contemporary)

Below – “Another Green World – Day”


Musings in Spring: Bill Hicks

“I’m glad mushrooms are against the law, because I took them one time, and you know what happened to me? I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going, ‘My God! I love everything.’ Yeah, now if that isn’t a hazard to our country … how are we gonna justify arms dealing when we realize that we’re all one?”

Art for Spring – Part III of VI: Matt Brackett (American, contemporary)

Below – “All the Gifts”


Musings in Spring: H.L. Mencken

“Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong. All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up and tried to enforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in all others. His culture is based on ‘I am not too sure.’”

Art for Spring – Part IV of VI: Jonathan Daly (American, contemporary)

Below – “Harvest Moon”


A Poem for Father’s Day

“My Father’s Hats”
By Mark Irwin

Sunday mornings I would reach
high into his dark closet while standing
on a chair and tiptoeing reach
higher, touching, sometimes fumbling
the soft crowns and imagine
I was in a forest, wind hymning
through pines, where the musky scent
of rain clinging to damp earth was
his scent I loved, lingering on
bands, leather, and on the inner silk
crowns where I would smell his
hair and almost think I was being
held, or climbing a tree, touching
the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent
was that of a clove in the godsome
air, as now, thinking of his fabulous
sleep, I stand on this canyon floor
and watch light slowly close
on water I’m not sure is there.


Art for Spring – Part V of VI: Haley Hasler (American, contemporary)

Below – “Self-Portrait as Bather”

Musings in Spring: George Carlin

“When you’re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in America, you get a front row seat.”

Art for Spring – Part VI of VI: Andy Karnes (American, contemporary)

Below – “Paper Walls”

A Second Poem for Father’s Day

“Working Late”
By Louis Simpson

A light is on in my father’s study.
“Still up?” he says, and we are silent,
looking at the harbor lights,
listening to the surf
and the creak of coconut boughs.

He is working late on cases.
No impassioned speech! He argues from evidence,
actually pacing out and measuring,
while the fans revolving on the ceiling
winnow the true from the false.

Once he passed a brass curtain rod
through a head made out of plaster
and showed the jury the angle of fire—
where the murderer must have stood.
For years, all through my childhood,
if I opened a closet . . . bang!
There would be the dead man’s head
with a black hole in the forehead.

All the arguing in the world
will not stay the moon.
She has come all the way from Russia
to gaze for a while in a mango tree
and light the wall of a veranda,
before resuming her interrupted journey
beyond the harbor and the lighthouse
at Port Royal, turning away
from land to the open sea.

Yet, nothing in nature changes, from that day to this,
she is still the mother of us all.
I can see the drifting offshore lights,
black posts where the pelicans brood.

And the light that used to shine
at night in my father’s study
now shines as late in mine.

American Art – Bernard Chaet

In the words of one writer, “Bernard Chaet (1924-2012) was a renowned artist and educator who was a professor of art at Yale University for nearly four decades. Originally from Boston, where he studied at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts, Chaet divided his time between New Haven, CT and Rockport, MA, a seaside community north of Boston. Rockport and the surrounding area were a continuing source of inspiration for Chaet’s paintings of interiors, still lifes and seascapes. Often portraying the same location repeatedly, he would discover nuances of light, color and atmosphere that were constantly shifting in nature.”

Below – “Ocean Light”; “Three Rocks”; “Two Cows”; “July”; “Blue”; “Studio Mirror.”


Musings in Spring: Rob Bignell

“Tell me once more about the eternal surf.”

Below – Shell Beach, Sea Ranch, California


Contemporary American Art – Brian Serff

In the words of one writer, “Brian has a great love and respect for the outdoors being an avid hiker, skier, river runner, mountain biker – all of which has given him ample opportunities to enjoy photography.”

Below (all photographs) – “Gas” (New Mexico); “Blue Reflection” (Moriane Lake, BC, Canada); “A Smooth Entrance” (Zebra Grand Staircase, UT); “US 285” (San Luis Valley, Colorado); “Old/New” (Yampa, Colorado); “Early Morning” (Colorado).

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Current Events – Part XXXII

“He knows nothing; and he thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career.” ― George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Irish playwright, critic, and polemicist.

 

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17 June 2017 – Bothered in Bothell: Part XVI

Musings in Spring: Ann Zwinger

“The question haunted me, and the real answer came, as answers often do, not in the canyon but at an unlikely time and in an unexpected place, flying over the canyon at thirty thousand feet on my way to be a grandmother. My mind on other things, intending only to glance out, the exquisite smallness and delicacy of the river took me completely by surprise. In the hazy light of early morning, the canyon lay shrouded, the river flecked with glints of silver, reduced to a thin line of memory, blurred by a sudden realization that clouded my vision. The astonishing sense of connection with that river and canyon caught me completely unaware, and in a breath I understood the intense, protective loyalty so many people feel for the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon. It has to do with truth and beauty and love of this earth, the artifacts of a lifetime and the descant of a canyon wren at dawn.”


Art for Spring – Part I of VI: Phil Lewis (American, contemporary)

Below – “The Flatirons”


Musings in Spring: Lucy Maud Montgomery

“There is such a place as fairyland – but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.”


Art for Spring – Part II of VI: Brian Serff (American, contemporary)

Below – “Dodge”


A Poem for Today

“Counting Backwards”
By Linda Pastan

How did I get so old,
I wonder,
contemplating
my 67th birthday.
Dyslexia smiles:
I’m 76 in fact.

There are places
where at 60 they start
counting backwards;
in Japan
they start again
from one.

But the numbers
hardly matter.
It’s the physics
of acceleration I mind,
the way time speeds up
as if it hasn’t guessed

the destination—
where look!
I see my mother
and father bearing a cake,
waiting for me
at the starting line.

Art for Spring – Part III of VI: (Fernando de Jesus Oliviera) Ferjo (Brazilian, contemporary)

Below – “Picasso’s Secret Hallway”


Musings in Spring: Annie Dillard

“What does it feel like to be alive?
Living, you stand under a waterfall. You leave the sleeping shore deliberately; you shed your dusty clothes, pick your barefoot way over the high, slippery rocks, hold your breath, choose your footing, and step into the waterfall. The hard water pelts your skull, bangs in bits on your shoulders and arms. The strong water dashes down beside you and you feel it along your calves and thighs rising roughly backup, up to the roiling surface, full of bubbles that slide up your skin or break on you at full speed. Can you breathe here? Here where the force is the greatest and only the strength of your neck holds the river out of your face. Yes, you can breathe even here. You could learn to live like this. And you can, if you concentrate, even look out at the peaceful far bank where you try to raise your arms. What a racket in your ears, what a scattershot pummeling!
It is time pounding at you, time. Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation’s short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.”


Art for Spring – Part IV of VI: James Fetherolf (American, 1925-1994)

Below – “Near Hopi Point” (oil on canvas)


Musings in Spring: John Muir

“Down through the middle of the Valley flows the crystal Merced, River of Mercy, peacefully quiet, reflecting lilies and trees and the onlooking rocks; things frail and fleeting and types of endurance meeting here and blending in countless forms, as if into this one mountain mansion Nature had gathered her choicest treasures, to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her.”


Art for Spring – Part V of VI: Carole Feuerman (American, contemporary)

Below – “Shower Portrait” (print: silkscreen on canvas with diamond dust)


A Second Poem for Today

“After a Rainstorm”
By Robert Wrigley

Because I have come to the fence at night,
the horses arrive also from their ancient stable.
They let me stroke their long faces, and I note
in the light of the now-merging moon

how they, a Morgan and a Quarter, have been
by shake-guttered raindrops
spotted around their rumps and thus made
Appaloosas, the ancestral horses of this place.

Maybe because it is night, they are nervous,
or maybe because they too sense
what they have become, they seem
to be waiting for me to say something

to whatever ancient spirits might still abide here,
that they might awaken from this strange dream,
in which there are fences and stables and a man
who doesn’t know a single word they understand.


Art for Spring – Part V of VI: Ivan Filichev (Russian, contemporary)

Below – “Dairymaid”


Musings in Spring: Loren Eiseley

“Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.”


Contemporary American Art – Aaron Fink

In the words of one writer, “He was born in 1955. Aaron Fink received a BFA from the Maryland Institute, College of Art (1977) and an MFA from Yale University School of Art and Architecture (1979). For the past two decades, he has composed powerful two and three-dimensional compositions that depict quotidian objects such as fruit, vegetables and ice cream scoops on both monumental and intimate scales. To achieve this, the artist works with a wide range of materials, which include such diverse media as oil, prints, monotypes, clay, plaster, and fiberglass.”

Below – “Homer”; “Dark Venus”; “Poker Player”; “Cherry Tomato”; “Vanilla Dish”; “Pipe.”

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Current Events – Part XXXI

“Half of the American people have never read a newspaper. Half never voted for President. One hopes it is the same half.” ― Gore Vidal (1925-2012), American writer, political commentator, and public intellectual.

Note: Alas, it is not.

 

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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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