Musings in Summer: Werner Herzog
“The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot.”
Remembering a Photographer on the Date of Her Death: Died 27 August 1971 – Margaret Bourke-White, an American photographer and journalist.
Below – “Eskimo”; “Mahatma Gandhi”; “Children Behind Barbed Wire, South Africa (1950)”; “Survivors of Ebensee Concentration Camp, Austria”; “Acoma Pueblo, New Mexico”; “You Have Seen Their Faces – Little Boy and Hound Dog.”
For Your Information: 27 August is both National Pots de Creme Day and National Banana Lovers Day in the United States.
American Art – Kenneth Hayes Miller (1876-1952): Part I of II.
In the words of one writer, “Although he used traditional methods and was hostile to artistic modernism, Miller believed that good art is always radical in nature.”
Below – “The Skaters (Variations on a Pattern by Signorelli)”; “Play”; “End of the Drought”; “Woman Sleeping”; “The Fortune (Solitaire)”; “The Coral Necklace”; “The Letter.”
Some quotes from the work of William Least Heat-Moon:
“What you’ve done becomes the judge of what you’re going to do – especially in other people’s minds. When you’re traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.”
“Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while. Maybe the only gift is a chance to inquire, to know nothing for certain. An inheritance of wonder and nothing more.”
“Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren’t turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.”
“The biggest hindrance to learning is fear of showing one’s self a fool.”
“Education is thinking, and thinking is looking for yourself and seeing what’s there, not what you got told was there.”
“A car whipped past, the driver eating and a passenger clicking a camera. Moving without going anywhere, taking a trip instead of making one. I laughed at the absurdity of the photographs and then realized I, too, was rolling effortlessly along, turning the windshield into a movie screen in which I, the viewer, did the moving while the subject held still. That was the temptation of the American highway, of the American vacation (from the Latin vacare, ‘to be empty’).”
“Here the earth, as if to prove its immensity, empties itself. Gertrude Stein said: ‘In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. That is what makes America what it is.’ The uncluttered stretches of the American West and the deserted miles of roads force a lone traveler to pay attention to them by leaving him isolated in them. This squander of land substitutes a sense of self with a sense of place by giving him days of himself until, tiring of his own small compass, he looks for relief to the bigness outside — a grandness that demands attention not just for its scope, but for its age, its diversity, its continual change. The isolating immensity reveals what lies covered in places noisier, busier, more filled up. For me, what I saw revealed was this (only this): a man nearly desperate because his significance had come to lie within his own narrow ambit.”
“American history is parking lots.”
“A rule of the blue road: Be careful going in search of adventure—it’s ridiculously easy to find.”
“If a man can keep alert and imaginative, an error is a possibility, a chance at something new; to him, wandering and wondering are part of the same process, and he is most mistaken, most in error, whenever he quits exploring.”
“With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where time and men and deeds connected.”
American Art – Kenneth Hayes Miller (1876-1952): Part II of II.
In the words of one writer, “By the time of his death in New York City in 1952, his reputation was in eclipse, but he was rediscovered in the 1970s.”
Below – “Shopper with a Yellow Hat”; “Shop girl”; “Casual Meeting”; “Portrait of a woman in blue with white handbag”; “Fourteenth Street”; “The River”; “Portrait.”
Worth a Thousand Words: The Doc Holliday memorial, Glenwood Springs, Colorado.
Remembering an Artist on the Date of His Death: Died 27 August 1935 – Childe Hassam, an American painter: Part I of II.
Childe Hassam is one of my favorite artists.
Below – “Celia Thaxter’s Garden”; “Late Afternoon, New York, Winter”; “Rainy Day, Boston”; “Snowstorm, Madison Square”; “The Water Garden”; “The Avenue in the Rain”; “A Back Road.”
A Poem for Today
“Call It Fear”
by Joy Harjo
There is this edge where shadows
and bones of some of us walk
Talk backwards. There is this edge
call it an ocean of fear of the dark. Or
name it with other songs. Under our ribs
our hearts are bloody stars. Shine on
shine on, and horses in their galloping flight
strike the curve of ribs.
and breathe back sharply. Breathe
There is this edge within me
I saw it once
an August Sunday morning when the heat hadn’t
left this earth. And Goodluck
sat sleeping next to me in the truck.
We had never broken through the edge of the
singing at four a.m.
We had only wanted to talk, to hear
any other voice to stay alive with.
And there was this edge—
not the drop of sandy rock cliff
bones of volcanic earth into
but a string of shadow horses kicking
and pulling me out of my belly,
not into the Rio Grande but into the music
barely coming through
Sunday church singing
from the radio. Battery worn-down but the voices
Below – Hyacinthe Kuller: “Ghost Horses”
Below – “Meadows”; “Celia Theater in Her Garden”; “Montauk”; “The Victorian Chair”; “Summer Sunlight”; “April (The Green Gown)”; “Improvisation.”