Contemporary Ukrainian Art – Oleksandr Voytovych
Below – “Flight”; “Movement”; “Subjective reality”; “On the beach”; “Game 2”; “Contemplation.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 13 September 1592 – Michel de Montaigne, a French philosopher, essayist, and author of “Essais.”
Some quotes from the work of Michel de Montaigne:
“My life has been full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened.”
“The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.
“The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them… Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.”
“A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.”
“Socrates thought and so do I that the wisest theory about the gods is no theory at all.”
“Stubborn and ardent clinging to one’s opinion is the best proof of stupidity.”
“If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.”
“Only the fools are certain and assured.”
“We must learn to endure what we cannot avoid. Our life is composed, like the harmony of the world, of contrary things, also of different tones, sweet and harsh, sharp and flat, soft and loud. If a musician liked only one kind, what would he have to say?”
Contemporary Romanian Art – Adriana Duduleanu
Below (photographs) – “Levitation”; “Walking”; “Cabin by the lake”; “Woman”; “Center”; “The future was two days ago.”
Some quotes from the work of J. B. Priestley:
“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.”
“We don’t live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And I tell you that the time will soon come when if men will not learn that lesson, then they will be taught it in fire and blood and anguish.”
“The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.”
“The world we know at present is in no fit state to take over the dreariest little meteor … If we have the courage and patience, the energy and skill, to take us voyaging to other planets, then let us use some of these to tidy up and civilize this earth. One world at a time, please.”
“A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.”
“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”
Below – “Family”; “Birdie”; “Shoes K.D.”; “Sunshine”; “Hot Horses”; “Immortal.”
Some quotes from the work of Roald Dahl:
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
“I think probably kindness is my number one attribute in a human being. I’ll put it before any of the things like courage or bravery or generosity or anything else.”
“A life is made up of a great number of small incidents, and a small number of great ones.”
“A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.”
“Some people when they have taken too much and have been driven beyond the point of endurance, simply crumble and give up. There are others, though they are not many, who will for some reason always be unconquerable. You meet them in time of war and also in time of peace. They have an indomitable spirit and nothing, neither pain nor torture nor threat of death, will cause them to give up.”
“So, please, oh please, we beg, we pray, go throw your TV set away, and in its place you can install, a lovely bookcase on the wall.”
Contemporary Ukrainian Art – Anton Tarasiuk: Part II of II
Below – “Struggle”; “Bullfinch”; “Horse and Apple”; “Pasture”; “Exile”; “Touch.”
A Poem for Today
by Patrick Phillips
Touched by your goodness, I am like
that grand piano we found one night on Willoughby
that someone had smashed and somehow
heaved through an open window.
And you might think by this I mean I’m broken
or abandoned, or unloved. Truth is, I don’t
know exactly what I am, any more
than the wreckage in the alley knows
it’s a piano, filling with trash and yellow leaves.
Maybe I’m all that’s left of what I was.
But touching me, I know, you are the good
breeze blowing across its rusted strings.
What would you call that feeling when the wood,
even with its cracked harp, starts to sing?