Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 2 March 1982 – Philip K. Dick, an influential American science fiction writer.
Some quotes from the work of Philip K. Dick:
“The true measure of a man is not his intelligence or how high he rises in this freak establishment. No, the true measure of a man is this: how quickly can he respond to the needs of others and how much of himself he can give.”
“There will come a time when it isn’t ‘They’re spying on me through my phone’ anymore. Eventually, it will be ‘My phone is spying on me’.”
“Grief causes you to leave yourself. You step outside your narrow little pelt. And you can’t feel grief unless you’ve had love before it – grief is the final outcome of love, because it’s love lost. […] It’s the cycle of love completed: to love, to lose, to feel grief, to leave, and then to love again. Grief is the awareness that you will have to be alone, and there is nothing beyond that because being alone is the ultimate final destiny of each individual living creature. That’s what death is, the great loneliness.”
“So books are real to me, too; they link me not just with other minds but with the vision of other minds, what those minds understand and see. I see their worlds as well as I see my own.”
“Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and ways of life must perish so that the authentic human being can live. And it is the authentic human being who matters most, the viable, elastic organism which can bounce back, absorb, and deal with the new.”
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.”
“Everything in life is just for a while.”
Art for Winter – Part I of IV: Gaylord Soli (American, contemporary)
Below – “Beethoven”; “All Heart”; “Rose”
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Below – “Pink Adobe”; “Tubular Earth”; “Len Scape”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 2 March 1930 – D. H. Lawrence, an English novelist, poet, playwright, and critic.
Some quotes from the work of D. H. Lawrence:
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
“We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”
“One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.”
“I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.”
“It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.”
“Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.”
Art for Winter – Part III of IV: Robert Solotaire (American, 1930-2008)
Below – “East Thompson Plant”; “Gowanus Morning”; “East Side Manhattan”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 2 March 1931 – Tom Wolfe, an American journalist and author.
Some quotes from the work of Tom Wolfe:
“Everybody, everybody everywhere, has his own movie going, his own scenario, and everybody is acting his movie out like mad, only most people don’t know that is what they’re trapped by, their little script.”
“A cult is a religion with no political power.”
“[Aldous Huxley] compared the brain to a ‘reducing valve’. In ordinary perception, the senses send an overwhelming flood of information to the brain, which the brain then filters down to a trickle it can manage for the purpose of survival in a highly competitive world. Man has become so rational, so utilitarian, that the trickle becomes most pale and thin. It is efficient, for mere survival, but it screens out the most wondrous part of man’s potential experience without his even knowing it. We’re shut off from our own world.”
“Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later… that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life.”
“America is a wonderful country! I mean it! No honest writer would challenge that statement! The human comedy never runs out of material! it never lets you down!”
Art for Winter – Part IV of IV: Lena Sotskova (Russian, contemporary)
Below – “Muses”; “Dream”; “Under Umbrella 2”
Below – “Summer’s Day”; “Berthe Morisot on a divan couch”; “The Bath”; “Grain Field”; “The Cradle”; “Jeune Filled au Manteau.”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 2 March 1942 – John Irving, an American novelist and screenwriter.
Some quotes from the work of John Irving:
“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
“If you care about something you have to protect it – If you’re lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.”
“Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!”
“What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us wind up in parentheses.”
“In increments both measurable and not, our childhood is stolen from us — not always in one momentous event but often in a series of small robberies, which add up to the same loss.”
“It is hard work and great art to make life not so serious.”
Below – “Loggers’ Cull”; “Shoreline”; “Red Cedar”; “McCauley Point”; “Odds and Ends”; “Arbutus Tree.”
A Poem for Today
by Linda Pastan
We think of hidden in a white dress
among the folded linens and sachets
of well-kept cupboards, or just out of sight
sending jellies and notes with no address
to all the wondering Amherst neighbors.
Eccentric as New England weather
the stiff wind of her mind, stinging or gentle,
blew two half imagined lovers off.
Yet legend won’t explain the sheer sanity
of vision, the serious mischief
of language, the economy of pain.
Contemporary American Art – Edward Sokol
In the words of one writer, “Edward Sokol always knew he would be an artist, from his first crayon drawings on the wall at age three, through his formal training at New York’s High School of Music and Art, and Hunter College, where he received a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in painting. Upon graduation, Sokol taught elementary school while pursuing a career as a working artist. To his great surprise and delight, at the end of one year, and after only a few outdoor art shows, two New York art galleries offered to represent him. Soon he was working full time as an artist. One show led to another and his list of collectors began to grow. One of the most distinguishing characteristics of Sokol’s work is a highly sensitive and seemingly innate sense of color. Whether using a palette of strong or soft colors, Sokol creates pleasing and unique works of art, and is equally at home using both figurative and abstract forms.”
Below – “Brooklyn Backyards”; “Inner City”; Untitled (Nude); “The Artist’s Studio”; “Brooklyn Bridge”; “Summertime.”