Sentient in San Francisco – 28 June 2019

This Date in Art History: Died 28 June 1917 – Stefan Luchian, a Romanian painter.

Below – “The Laundress”; “Safta the Flower Girl”; “Spring (Two Muses)”; “Artist’s Studio”; “Carnations”; “Interior (Lorica).”


This Date in Literary History: Born 28 June 1867 – Luigi Pirandello, an Italian dramatist, novelist, short story writer, poet, and recipient of the 1934 Nobel Prize in Literature.

Some quotes from the work of Luigi Pirandello:

“Inevitably we construct ourselves. Let me explain. I enter this house and immediately I become what I have to become, what I can become: I construct myself. That is, I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you. And, of course, you do the same with me.”
“There is someone who is living my life. And I know nothing about him.”
“In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.”
“We’re like so many puppets hung on the wall, waiting for someone to come and move us or make us talk.”
“Our spirits have their own private way of understanding each other, of becoming intimate, while our external persons are still trapped in the commerce of ordinary words, in the slavery of social rules. Souls have their own needs and their own ambitions, which the body ignores when it sees that it’s impossible to satisfy them or achieve them.”

Contemporary Greek Art – Katerina Christopoulou: Part I of II.

Below – “young girl”; “girl in a room”; “unfold”; “cat”; “young girl”; “old lady.”


Musings in Summer: Anatole France

“Until one has loved an animal a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”

Below – Doris Joa: “Red cat on red chair”

Contemporary Greek Art – Katerina Christopoulou: Part II of II.

Below – “girl in a yellow dress”; “girl with guitar”; “lonezone 1”; “passenger”; untitled; “little girl.”


A Poem for Today

“Five Years Later”
By Tony Gloeggler

My brother was on his way
to a dental appointment
when the second plane hit
four stories below the office
where he worked. He’s never
said anything about the guy
who took football bets, how
he liked to watch his secretary
walk, the friends he ate lunch with,
all the funerals. Maybe, shamed
by his luck, he keeps quiet,
afraid someone might guess
how good he feels, breathing.

Below – Bojan Radisic: “9/11”


Contemporary British Art – Johnny Morant

Below – “Reflection”; “Hard Lines”; “Shadow”; “Conflicting points of view”; “Feeding Flamingos 2”; “Morning Light, Cuba.”

A Poem for Today

“The Clearing”
by Carl Little

The sunbox lies in pieces,
its strips of aluminum foil
flaking away to the wind,
tanning platform broken up
for kindling. Planted grass
sprouts where the path once
sharply turned to the left
circumventing underbrush,
there the man (a boy then)
stumbled on beauty’s wrath:
pale sisters yelling him off,
scrambling for clothes to cover.

All has been cleared, thick
cat briar raked into piles
and set ablaze, invincible
ailanthus stacked for dump.
All’s clear and calm save
his childhood rushing head-
long through tearing thickets,
and the sisters, barely glimpsed
against reflective flashing,
laughing after him, then
lying back to catch
all the sullen autumn sun they can.

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