28 October 2017 – Beleaguered in Bothell

Musings in Autumn: Edward Abbey

“Water, water, water….There is no shortage of water in the desert but exactly the right amount , a perfect ratio of water to rock, water to sand, insuring that wide free open, generous spacing among plants and animals, homes and towns and cities, which makes the arid West so different from any other part of the nation. There is no lack of water here unless you try to establish a city where no city should be.”

Below – Los Angeles; Las Vegas.

Art for Autumn – Part I of VI: Frank Weston Benson (American, 1862-1951)

Below – “Woodcock”

Remembering a Poet on the Date of His Birth: Born 28 October 1929 – John Hollander, American poet, critic, and educator.

“An Old-Fashioned Song”
By John Hollander

No more walks in the wood:
The trees have all been cut
Down, and where once they stood
Not even a wagon rut
Appears along the path
Low brush is taking over.

No more walks in the wood;
This is the aftermath
Of afternoons in the clover
Fields where we once made love
Then wandered home together
Where the trees arched above,
Where we made our own weather
When branches were the sky.
Now they are gone for good,
And you, for ill, and I
Am only a passer-by.

We and the trees and the way
Back from the fields of play
Lasted as long as we could.
No more walks in the wood.

Art for Autumn – Part II of VI: Arbe Berberyan (Russian, contemporary)

Below – “Dreamer’s Serenade”; “Heavenly”; “Oracle”

Worth a Thousand Words: Borobudur, Java, Indonesia.

Art for Autumn – Part III of VI: Tony Berlant (American, contemporary)

Below – “Landscape with Palm”

Remembering a Poet on the Date of His Death: Died 28 October 2014 – Galway Kinnell, American poet and academic.

By Galway Kinnell

Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven’t they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Don’t go too early.
You’re tired. But everyone’s tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

Art for Autumn – Part IV of VI: Sax Berlin (British, contemporary)

Below – “Radiant Woman”; “Three Strings of the Lyre”; “Several Shades of Dust”

Remembering a Performer on the Date of His Birth: Born 28 October 1936 – Ted Hawkins, American singer-songwriter. In the words of one writer, “He was an enigmatic figure for most of his career. He split his time between his adopted hometown of Venice Beach, California, where he was a mostly anonymous street performer, and Europe and Australia, where he and his songs were better known and well received in clubs and small concert halls.”

Art for Autumn – Part V of VI: Maria Bertran (Venezuelan, contemporary)

Below – “Paradise Dream”; “Montsalier Hayrolls”; “Red Window”

Remembering a Poet on the Date of Her Birth: Born 28 October 1936 – Sharon Thesen, Canadian poet and academic.

“Jigsaw: Second Narrows Bridge at Rush Hour”
By Sharon Thesen

Seamless afternoon to evening across the bridge beyond

across the other bridge curving dark landfall lights
upon the sea, our mother swims backward, Earle Birney
smokes a pipe upon the lookout & pens a line in boots

atomic city below, Aldebaran above

in your eyes Pacific skies take me to paradise please
I want to live
in a little grass shack in Ha-aha-Hawaii
where the hula hula hula goes hucka hucka hucka by
and the hula hula huckity-huckin’
hacka hacka hacka, by

our missing person of the blue mountains
and Liberian freighters, potash proceedings

& queen mattresses at unbelievable prices on the radio
opinions & traffic hell of twilight
continuously heading home
in a dome of judgement and advice, oh caller
with a problem, Dr. Laura says you’re slime
and that you are a bum but I say you’re some hard part
of the puzzle rigged up by the moon and
feathery evergreen branches

complicated wings full of blue shadows

a foot at least of shimmering ocean each small
notched piece a dark blue mystery.

But who would have the patience?

Art for Autumn – Part VI of VI: Francesca Bianconi (Italian, contemporary)

Below – “Atalanta” (marble); “Passion” (marble); “Tulip” (black marble)

Musings in Autumn: Mary Oliver

“And there you are
on the shore,

fitful and thoughtful, trying
to attach them to an idea —
some news of your own life.
But the lilies

are slippery and wild—they are
devoid of meaning, they are
simply doing,
from the deepest

spurs of their being,
what they are impelled to do
every summer.
And so, dear sorrow, are you.”

Below – Sea Lilies.

Contemporary American Art – Tom and Bob Bennett

In the words of one writer, “Twin brothers and gallery owners, 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 – “Moonswept” (bronze); “Sundancer”; “Zeus” (wire sculpture); “Odette” (bronze); “Solitude” (bronze); “Raindancer” (bronze).

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