Musings in Spring: Robert Frost
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
Art for Spring – Part I of IV: Ansel Adams (American, 1902-1984)
Below – “Georgia O’Keeffe and Orville Cox – Canyon de Chelly National Monument, 1937”
Note: In the words of one writer, “Orville Cox was the wrangler at Ghost Range and the guide on a several week trip taken by O’Keefe, Adams and others.”
A Poem for Today
By Barbara Crooker
A quarter of a century
since we left high school,
and we’ve gathered at a posh restaurant.
A little heavier, a little grayer,
we look for the yearbook pictures
caught inside these bodies of strangers.
Some of our faces are etched with lines,
the faint tracing of a lover’s touch,
and some of our hair is silver-white,
a breath of frost. And some of us are gone.
But he’s here, the dark angel,
everyone’s last lover, up at the microphone
singing ‘Save the last dance for me’;
he’s singing a cappella, the notes rising
sweetly, yearningly toward the ceiling,
which is now festooned with tissue flowers,
paper streamers, balloons.
And we’re all eighteen again,
lines and wrinkles erased, gray hairs gone,
our slim bodies back, the perfect editing.
A saxophone keens its reedy insistence;
scents of gardenias and tea roses float in the air
from our wrist corsages and boutonnieres.
No children or lovers have broken our hearts,
it’s just all of us, together,
in our fresh young skin,
ready to do it all over again.
Art for Spring – Part II of IV: Juan Carlos Benitez (Argentinean, contemporary)
Below – “Portrait of a Woman”
Musings in Spring: Jean Giono
“I have always hated crowds. I like deserts, prisons, and monasteries. I have discovered, too, that there are fewer idiots at 3000 meters above sea level than down below.”
Art for Spring – Part III of IV: Jason Benjamin (Australian, contemporary)
Below – “More Than He Could Hold”
A Second Poem for Today
By Carol V. Davis
I do better in animal time,
a creeping dawn, slow ticking toward dusk.
In the middle of the day on the Nebraska prairie,
I’m unnerved by subdued sounds, as if listening
through water, even the high-pitched drone of the
cicadas faint; the blackbirds half-heartedly singing.
As newlyweds, my parents drove cross country to
Death Valley, last leg of their escape from New York,
the thick soups of their immigrant mothers, generations
of superstitions that squeezed them from all sides.
They camped under stars that meant no harm.
It was the silence that alerted them to danger.
They climbed back into their tiny new car, locked
its doors and blinked their eyes until daylight.
Art for Spring – Part IV of IV: Elton Bennett (American, 1910-1974)
Below – “Sea Birds’ Cry I”
Musings in Spring: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”
Contemporary American Art – Part I of II: Tony Bennett
In the words of one writer, “Tony Bennett (Anthony Benedetto) from the age of five, began drawing chalk pictures on the sidewalks of his hometown in Astoria, Queens. He has had a passion and commitment to art that has flourished. With his standing over five decades, as one of the premier entertainers is the world, he finds time to paint every day, sketching the view from his hotel suite or out in the country sides to which he travels. Painting under his family name of Benedetto, Tony Bennett’s work has been exhibited in the galleries throughout the world. The United Nations has commissioned his artwork on two occasions including their 50th Anniversary. Tony Bennett began formal training as an art student at the School of Industrial Arts (now known as the School of Art and Design) in Manhattan and continued his studies with private studios and teachers throughout the years. A self-proclaimed ‘museum freak,’ Tony Bennett visits museums and galleries all over the world, especially during his extensive concert tours. Tony Bennett’s’ work as a painter has been featured in many international art publications.”
Below – Untitled Still Life; ”Lovers in Monet’s Garden”; “Still Life”; “Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco”; “Amalfi Coast”; “Golden Pavilion.”
A Third Poem for Today
By Robinson Jeffers
Mountains, a moment’s earth-waves rising and hollowing; the
earth too’s an ephemerid; the stars-
Short-lived as grass the stars quicken in the nebula and dry in their
summer, they spiral
Blind up space, scattered black seeds of a future; nothing lives
long, the whole sky’s
Recurrences tick the seconds of the hours of the ages of the gulf
before birth, and the gulf
After death is like dated: to labor eighty years in a notch of
eternity is nothing too tiresome,
Enormous repose after, enormous repose before, the flash of
Surely you never have dreamed the incredible depths were prologue
and epilogue merely
To the surface play in the sun, the instant of life, what is called
life? I fancy
That silence is the thing, this noise a found word for it; interjection,
a jump of the breath at that silence;
Stars burn, grass grows, men breathe: as a man finding treasure
says ‘Ah!’ but the treasure’s the essence;
Before the man spoke it was there, and after he has spoken he
gathers it, inexhaustible treasure.
Contemporary American Art – Part II of II: Tom and Bob Bennett
In the words of one writer, “Tom and Bob Bennett are artistic rarities, in many ways. More than simply twins who have achieved a high degree of recognition in the world of sculpture, they are artists who speak with one voice in the medium of bronze. Originally achieving recognition for their welded metal wire sculptures in 1969 and the early 1970’s, they soon built a reputation throughout the United States for their one-of-a-kind welded figures. Subsequently, they began to work in bronze in 1974. As their popularity has grown, they opened galleries throughout the United States.”
Below – “Odette” (bronze); “Sundancer” (bronze); “Windancer” (bronze); “Zeus” (wire sculpture); “Bliss” (bronze); “Spirit” (wood sculpture).