This Date in Art History: Born 25 July 1918 – Jane Frank, an American painter and sculptor.
Below – “Ledge of Light”; “Night Landings: Sambura”; “Aerial Series – Ploughed Fields, Maryland”; “Rockscape II”; “Crags and Crevices”; “Aerial Series – Dorado No. 2.”
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Contemporary Irish Art – Vaida Varnagiene
Below – “Natasha”; “Talking to the Mountain 3”; “Talking to the Mountain 5”; “A magic little place.”
Musings in Summer: James M. Barrie
“Always try to be a little kinder than necessary.”
Below – Maximilien Luce: “The Good Samaritan” (1896)
Below – “the gate to tranquility”; “the lonely cypress on the dune”; “my perfect masterpiece: rebirth of the corals”; “let go and just enjoy”; “passion and tenderness”; “la femme au collier bleu.”
by Marie Sheppard Williams
I stood at a bus corner
one afternoon, waiting
for the #2. An old
guy stood waiting too.
I stared at him. He
caught my stare, grinned,
gap-toothed. Will you
sign my coat? he said.
Held out a pen. He wore
a dirty canvas coat that
had signatures all over
it, hundreds, maybe
to get everybody, he
I signed. On a
little space on a pocket.
Sometimes I remember:
I am one of everybody.
Contemporary Dutch Art – Yolanda de Vlugt
Below – “Blue Dog”; “Lazy Sunday 1”; “Busy man”; “Lazy Sunday 3”; “suspicious”; “Dutch perfect winter”; “Himalayas.”
by Frank O’Hara
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it’s no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn’t need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn’t want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
Below – Vincent van Gogh: “Portrait Of Dr. Gachet”