August Offerings – Part XXIX: Something to Delight both Head and Heart

American Art – Part I of III: Max Ferguson

Max Ferguson (born 1959) earned a B.S. degree from New York University.

Below – “Violin Repair Shop”; “24 Hour Self-Portrait”; “Time”; “Shoe Repair Shop”; “Fish Vendor”; “Katz.”







“With my somewhat vague aspiring mind, to be imprisoned in the rude details of a most material life was often irksome.” – Edward Carpenter, English poet, socialist, philosopher, and early LGBT activist, who was born 29 August 1844.

Here is one critic describing Edward Carpenter: “A leading figure in late 19th- and early 20th-century Britain, he was instrumental in the foundation of the Fabian Society and the Labour Party. A poet and writer, he was a close friend of Walt Whitman and Rabindranath Tagore, corresponding with many famous figures such as Annie Besant, Isadora Duncan, Havelock Ellis, Roger Fry, Mahatma Gandhi, James Keir Hardie, J. K. Kinney, Jack London, George Merrill, E D Morel, William Morris, E R Pease, John Ruskin, and Olive Schreiner.”

“So Thin a Veil”

So thin a veil divides
Us from such joy, past words,
Walking in daily life–the business of the hour, each detail seen to;
Yet carried, rapt away, on what sweet floods of other Being:
Swift streams of music flowing, light far back through all Creation shining,
Loved faces looking–
Ah! from the true, the mortal self
So thin a veil divides!

Reflections in Summer: Wallace Stevens

“We must endure our thoughts all night, until
The bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.”

Summer Haiku – Part I of VI

summer clouds
the jogger’s mouth waters
for buttermilk

From the Music Archives – Part I of II: Charlie Parker

“Don’t play the saxophone. Let it play you.” – Charlie Parker, known as “Bird,” American jazz saxophonist and composer, who was born 29 August 1920.

Born 29 August 1780 – Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, a French Neoclassical painter.

Below – “Achilles Receiving the Envoys of Agamemnon”; “Napoleon I on His Imperial Throne”; “Virgil Reading the Aeneid to Augustus”; “Grande Odalisque”; “Oedipus and the Sphinx.”





Summer Haiku – Part II of VI

heat wave
an undulating pattern
in the man’s tie

Reflections in Summer: John Ruskin

Word carved on John Ruskin’s desk: “TODAY.”


Nobel Laureate: Maurice Maeterlinck

“We are alone, absolutely alone on this chance planet: and, amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us.” – Maurice Maeterlinck, Belgian poet, playwright, essayist, and recipient of the 1911 Nobel Prize in Literature “in appreciation of his many-sided literary activities, and especially of his dramatic works, which are distinguished by a wealth of imagination and by a poetic fancy, which reveals, sometimes in the guise of a fairy tale, a deep inspiration, while in a mysterious way they appeal to the readers’ own feelings and stimulate their imaginations,” who was born 29 August 1882.

Some quotes from the work of Maurice Maeterlinck:

“When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.”
“All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing.”
“At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future tradition has placed 10, 000 men to guard the past”
“As soon as we put something into words, we devalue it in a strange way. We think we have plunged into the depths of the abyss, and when we return to the surface the drop of water on our pale fingertips no longer resembles the sea from which it comes. We delude ourselves that we have discovered a wonderful treasure trove, and when we return to the light of day we find that we have brought back only false stones and shards of glass; and yet the treasure goes on glimmering in the dark, unaltered.”
“Besides, I myself have now for a long time ceased to look for anything more beautiful in this world, or more interesting, than the truth; or at least than the effort one is able to make towards the truth.”
“Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together … Speech is too often … the act of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is none to conceal … Speech is of Time, silence is of Eternity … It is idle to think that, by means of words, any real communication can ever pass from one man to another.”
“Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?”

Reflections in Summer: Larry McMurtry

“It’s like I told you last night son. The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight, he added.”

Summer Haiku – Part III of VI

scented breeze
what did you caress
before cooling me

Reflections in Summer: Simone Weil

“Even if our efforts of attention seem for years to be producing no result, one day a light that is in exact proportion to them will flood the soul.”

From the American History Archives: The First Indian Reservation

29 August 1758 – The New Jersey Legislature creates the country’s first Indian Reservation. In the words of one historian, “The New Jersey Assembly in 1758 established a permanent home for the Lenni-Lenape in Burlington County. It was the first ‘Indian reservation,’ The tribe had relinquished all rights to New Jersey, except for hunting and fishing privileges. About 200 of the ‘original people’ gathered to make their home under the benevolent supervision of John Brainerd. Reverend Brainerd optimistically called the reservation Brotherton in the hopes that all men would be brothers. He was an enthusiastic organizer and devout missionary. He helped them to set up grist and sawmills and encouraged them to adapt to the new way of life. For a while it seemed to be working and the area became known as Indian Mills.”

Reflections in Summer: Tracy L. Higley

“The fear of the unknown was eclipsed by the gladness that came of taking action, of doing something rather than waiting, of following what seemed to be the call of my life.”

American Art – Part II of III: Megan Bogonovich

Artist Statement: “The sculptures combine naturalistic and abstracted imagery to suggest the possibility of the real and the imagined cohabitating. (I) present scenarios about the comforts and limitations of our personal worlds.”
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“The only defense against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.” – John Locke, English philosopher, physician, and one of the most influential Enlightenment thinkers, who was born 29 August 1632.

Some quotes from the work of John Locke:

“So that, in effect, religion, which should most distinguish us from beasts, and ought most peculiarly to elevate us, as rational creatures, above brutes, is that wherein men often appear most irrational, and more senseless than beasts themselves.”
“Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.”
“I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts.”
“New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not common.”
“We are like chameleons, we take our hue and the color of our moral character, from those who are around us.”
“Our incomes are like our shoes; if too small, they gall and pinch us; but if too large, they cause us to stumble and to trip.”
“To love truth for truth’s sake is the principal part of human perfection in this world, and the seed-plot of all other virtues.”
“There is frequently more to be learned from the unexpected questions of a child than the discourses of men.”

Reflections in Summer: Jackie Haze

“I felt that the magical people must be in the hidden back roads and dusty cubby holes of life; on highways, in hostels, and in shabby, smoky cafes. These enchanting people are in trees, around fires and under hand-knit hats and street lamps reflecting gold on rain soaked pavement. They dance while others dangle; they vibrantly sing the songs that get jumbled and stuck in the subconscious of others who only wish to catch tune. They are the rare ones whose uncommon experiences touch your heart through just a wink of their eye, the stories stitched in the holes of their shoes, invoking a longing for the unknown, taking others to a place of missing what they’ve never even had — they do not settle, they do not compromise.”

From the Music Archives – Part II of II: The Beatles

29 August 1966 – The Beatles perform their last public concert at Candlestick Park in San Francisco.

A Poem for Today

“Night Journey”
By Theodore Roethke

Now as the train bears west,
Its rhythm rocks the earth,
And from my Pullman berth
I stare into the night
While others take their rest.
Bridges of iron lace,
A suddenness of trees,
A lap of mountain mist
All cross my line of sight,
Then a bleak wasted place,
And a lake below my knees.
Full on my neck I feel
The straining at a curve;
My muscles move with steel,
I wake in every nerve.
I watch a beacon swing
From dark to blazing bright;
We thunder through ravines
And gullies washed with light.
Beyond the mountain pass
Mist deepens on the pane;
We rush into a rain
That rattles double glass.
Wheels shake the roadbed stone,
The pistons jerk and shove,
I stay up half the night
To see the land I love.

Reflections in Summer: Marty Rubin

“Mountain climbers think of the mountain not of the danger.”

From the Movie Archives: Ingrid Bergman

“Success is getting what you want; happiness is wanting what you get.” – Ingrid Bergman, Swedish actress and three-time Academy Award winner best known for her portrayal of Ilsa Lund in “Casablanca,” who was born 29 August 1915.

Summer Haiku – Part IV of VI

vegetable garden
a new scarecrow points
at the starlings

Reflections in Summer: Alain de Botton

“What ease our seemingly entrenched lives might be altered were we simply to walk down a corridor and onto a craft that in a few hours would land us in a place of which we had no memories and where no one knew our name.”


“Their relationship consisted
In discussing if it existed.” – Thom Gunn, Anglo-American poet and author of “The Man with Night Sweats,” who was born 29 August 1929.

“The Man with Night Sweats”

I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue,
Sweat, and a clinging sheet.

My flesh was its own shield:
Where it was gashed, it healed.

I grew as I explored
The body I could trust
Even while I adored
The risk that made robust,

A world of wonders in
Each challenge to the skin.

I cannot but be sorry
The given shield was cracked,
My mind reduced to hurry,
My flesh reduced and wrecked.

I have to change the bed,
But catch myself instead

Stopped upright where I am
Hugging my body to me
As if to shield it from
The pains that will go through me,

As if hands were enough
To hold an avalanche off.

Below – Jack Brummet: “Night Sweats”

Reflections in Summer: Edna Ferber

“Then there were long, lazy summer afternoons when there was nothing to do but read. And dream. And watch the town go by to supper. I think that is why our great men and women so often have sprung from small towns, or villages. They have had time to dream in their adolescence. No cars to catch, no matinees, no city streets, none of the teeming, empty, energy-consuming occupations of the city child. Little that is competitive, much that is unconsciously absorbed at the most impressionable period, long evenings for reading, long afternoons in the fields or woods.”

Summer Haiku – Part V of VI

sand dollar
the whole ocean becomes
a wishing well

Back from the Territory – Art: Stephanie Ryan – Part II

Artist Statement: “I am originally from a small town in Ontario, Canada. I took art classes all through high school with some evening studies at the local Queen’s University in printmaking and life-drawing. I went to Trent University where I completed my bachelor of arts in Environmental Studies. My painting and drawing were used as an escape from my studies when I could afford the time!
I spent 3 summers planting trees in Northern BC to pay for my education, although I think it also helped draw me north, being in those beautiful mountains every day. In 1997, I travelled to Whitehorse to see the Yukon and fell in love with it – I spent all my free time paddling rivers, mountain biking and hiking in the mountains. I filled many journals with sketches of river bends, amazing mountain vistas and lists of all the future places that I want to explore.
I finished my B.A. in 1998 and moved to Yellowknife, NWT for a winter before moving back to the Yukon. In Whitehorse, Yukon, I worked as a greenhouse manager and landscaper for 10 years, and this work allowed me to be outside and to be creative with colour and texture in a different way. In 2010, I began work as a backcountry patroller for Park Canada on the Chilkoot Trail. Working 9 day shifts in the mountains inspires a lot of creative ideas. While the trail is geographically always the same, it changes by the minute with light, snow, rain, wind, and plants and wildlife following the seasons. I have found that working seasonally allows me to focus on my art in the winter, when the weather is much less inviting to be painting outdoors!”

Back from the Territory, I share this with you, before I light out again.

Below – “Blueberries on Long Hill, Chilkoot Trail, Alaska”; “Caribou Mountain”; “Mountain Haven”; “Mount Macdonald, Snake River, Yukon”; “Nadahini, Haines Pass.”





Summer Haiku – Part VI of VI

starlit lake
a stray bobber afloat
in the galaxy

Reflections in Summer: Elizabeth Eaves

“Travel is life-changing. That’s the promise made by a thousand websites and magazines, by philosophers and writers down the ages. Mark Twain said it was fatal to prejudice, and Thomas Jefferson said it made you wise. Anais Nin observed that ‘we travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.’ It’s all true. Self-transformation is what I sought and what I found.”

American Art – Part III of III: Trey Friedman

Trey Friedman attended both the Pratt Institute, School of Architecture and Syracuse University, School of Visual Arts, Department of Painting.

Below – “Service”; “Trees on a Line #23”; “Trees on a Line #140”; “Trees on a Line #100”; “Laura”; “Cost of Living.”






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