Beleaguered in Bothell – 25 February 2018

Musings in Winter: May Sarton

“I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss, it is adding to future life. It is the tree’s way of being. Strongly rooted perhaps, but spilling out its treasure on the wind.”

Art for Winter – Part I of IV: Greg Singley (American, contemporary)

Below – “The Boy General”; “West Texas Longhorn”; “In the Shadow of Water Lilies (Diptych)”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 25 February 1983 – Tennessee Williams, an American playwright and poet.

Some quotes from the work of Tennessee Williams:

“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.”
“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.”
“Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see …each other in life. Vanity, fear, desire, competition– all such distortions within our own egos– condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others, and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other. That’s how it is in all living relationships except when there is that rare case of two people who love intensely enough to burn through all those layers of opacity and see each other’s naked hearts.”
“Don’t you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour – but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands – and who knows what to do with it?”
“I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don’t tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that’s sinful, then let me be damned for it!”
“In memory, everything seems to happen to music.”
“There’s a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go.”

Art for Winter – Part II of IV: Anton Sipos (Bosnian/American, contemporary)

Below – “At the Beach”; Untitled Landscape; “Portrait of a Girl”

Remembering an Influential Musician on the Date of His Birth: Born 25 February 1943 – George Harrison, an English singer-songwriter, guitarist, sitarist, producer, humanitarian, member of the Beatles, and member of the Traveling Wilburys.

Art for Winter – Part III of IV: David Alfaro Siqueiros (Mexican, 1896-1974)

Below – “Phosphorescent Volcano”; “Prison Fantasies”; “Zapata”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 25 February 2001 – A. R. Ammons, an American poet and two-time recipient of the National Book Award for Poetry.

“In View of the Fact”
by A. R. Ammons

The people of my time are passing away: my
wife is baking for a funeral, a 60-year-old who

died suddenly, when the phone rings, and it’s
Ruth we care so much about in intensive care:

it was once weddings that came so thick and
fast, and then, first babies, such a hullabaloo:

now, it’s this that and the other and somebody
else gone or on the brink: well, we never

thought we would live forever (although we did)
and now it looks like we won’t: some of us

are losing a leg to diabetes, some don’t know
what they went downstairs for, some know that

a hired watchful person is around, some like
to touch the cane tip into something steady,

so nice: we have already lost so many,
brushed the loss of ourselves ourselves: our

address books for so long a slow scramble now
are palimpsests, scribbles and scratches: our

index cards for Christmases, birthdays,
Halloweens drop clean away into sympathies:

at the same time we are getting used to so
many leaving, we are hanging on with a grip

to the ones left: we are not giving up on the
congestive heart failure or brain tumors, on

the nice old men left in empty houses or on
the widows who decide to travel a lot: we

think the sun may shine someday when we’ll
drink wine together and think of what used to

be: until we die we will remember every
single thing, recall every word, love every

loss: then we will, as we must, leave it to
others to love, love that can grow brighter

and deeper till the very end, gaining strength
and getting more precious all the way. . . .

Art for Winter – Part IV of IV: Alfred Skondovitch (American, 1926-2011)

Below – “Potato Fields in Winter”; Untitled; “Moonlight on the Ridge”

Worth a Thousand Words: Sunrise in East Sussex; photograph by John Glover.

This Date in Art History: Died 25 February 1964 – Alexander Archipenko, a Ukrainian sculptor and illustrator.

Below – “The Kiss”; “Dancers”; “Venus”; “Statuette”; “The Hero”; “Family Life.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 25 February 1980 – Robert Hayden, an American poet and essayist.

“Those Winter Sundays”
by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

This Date in Art History: Died 25 February 2018 – Worthington Whittredge, an American painter.

Below – “Crossing the River Platte”; “The Birches of the Catskills”; “Noon in the Orchard”; “Twilight at Shawangunk Mountains”; “The Brook – Catskills (The Bathers)”; “The Hudson Valley From the Catskill Mountains.”

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