This Date in Art History: Born 15 September 1942 – Ksenia Milicevic, a French painter.
Below – “Good morning blues”; “The wine of memory”; “Celui qui vent acres”; “Silence de midi”; “Maria”; “Nymphe et satyre.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 15 September 1989 – Robert Penn Warren, an American novelist, poet, literary critic, author of “All The King’s Men,” and three-time recipient of the Pulitzer Prize: Part I of II.
Some quotes from the work of Robert Penn Warren:
“The lack of a sense of history is the damnation of the modern world.”
“I think the greatest curse of American society has been the idea of an easy millennialism — that some new drug, or the next election or the latest in social engineering will solve everything.”
“The asking and the answering which history provides may help us to understand, even to frame, the logic of experience to which we shall submit. History cannot give us a program for the future, but it can give us a fuller understanding of ourselves, and of our common humanity, so that we can better face the future.”
“A symbol serves to combine heart and intellect.”
“Storytelling and copulation are the two chief forms of amusement in the South. They’re inexpensive and easy to procure.”
“History is all explained by geography.”
“The past is always a rebuke to the present.”
“Tell me a story.
In this century, and moment, of mania,
Tell me a story.
Make it a story of great distances, and starlight.
The name of the story will be Time,
But you must not pronounce its name.
Tell me a story of deep delight.”
Contemporary Swiss Art – Julia Britvich
Below – “Over the Islands”; “Swiss glacier by the last sun”; “Smoke deep clouds on the mountains”; “Sunset alpine panorama”; “Renaissance of the morning.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 15 September 1889 – Claude McKay, an award-winning Jamaican-American poet, writer, author of “Home to Harlem,” and important figure in the Harlem Renaissance.
by Claude McKay
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate.
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.
Below – “Waiting No.0602”; “Spring Breeze”; ‘Viewpoint No.1024”; “The memory No.0905”; “Waiting No.1115”; “The memory No.1005”; “Reality and Ideality No.1108.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 15 September 1889 – Robert Benchley, an American humorist, newspaper columnist, film actor, and recipient of the 1935 Academy Award for Best Short Subject for “How to Sleep.”
Some quotes from the work of Robert Benchley:
“I have tried to know absolutely nothing about a great many things, and I have succeeded fairly well.”
“Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn’t the work he is supposed be doing at that moment.”
“A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.”
“There seems to be no lengths to which humorless people will not go to analyze humor. It seems to worry them.”
“There may be said to be two classes of people in the world; those who constantly divide the people of the world into two classes and those who do not.”
“In America there are two classes of travel – first class, and with children.”
“Anything can happen, but it usually doesn’t.”
“There is probably no more obnoxious class of citizen, taken end for end, than the returning vacationist.”
“England and America should scrap cricket and baseball and come up with a new game that they both can play. Like baseball, for example.”
“Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.”
“It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.”
“Most of the arguments to which I am party fall somewhat short of being impressive, owing to the fact that neither I nor my opponent knows what we are talking about.”
“I know I’m drinking myself to a slow death, but then I’m in no hurry.”
“Who said time machines haven’t been built yet? They already exist. They’re called books.”
Contemporary American Art – Monty Preston
Artist Statement: “I am a painter and photographer based in Los Angeles, CA. My work is inspired by the way light interacts with its environment, and I try to capture expressions and physical energy as a snapshot in time. I work primarily in oils for the vibrancy and texture that they bring to a piece, and I enjoy the meditative aspects of the creation process as much as the finished artwork.”
Below – “Free Floating”; “The Other Side”; “Sun Bleached” (Sketch); “Roy Rogers #1 Fan”; “Paparazzi Flash Bang”; “Sandbar.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 15 September 1989 – Robert Penn Warren, an American novelist, poet, literary critic, author of “All The King’s Men,” and three-time recipient of the Pulitzer Prize: Part II of II.
by Robert Penn Warren
I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming.
It rose from coniferous darkness, past gray jags
Of mercilessness, past whiteness, into the gloaming
Of dream-spectral light above the lazy purity of snow-snags.
There–west–were the Tetons. Snow-peaks would soon be
In dark profile to break constellations. Beyond what height
Hangs now the black speck? Beyond what range will gold eyes see
New ranges rise to mark a last scrawl of light?
Or, having tasted that atmosphere’s thinness, does it
Hang motionless in dying vision before
It knows it will accept the mortal limit,
And swing into the great circular downwardness that will restore
The breath of earth? Of rock? Of rot? Of other such
Items, and the darkness of whatever dream we clutch?