This Date in Art History: Died 29 September 1910 – Winslow Homer, an American painter, illustrator, and printmaker: Part I of II.
Below – “The Fog Warning”; “Moonlight”; “Girl and Laurel”; “The Gulf Stream”; “The Blue Boy”; “Bo-Peep.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 29 September 1902 – Emile Zola, a French novelist, playwright, and journalist.
Some quotes from the work of Emile Zola:
“Nothing develops intelligence like travel.”
“If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.”
“I would rather die of passion than of boredom.”
“Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.”
“Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.”
“I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.”
“Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.”
“The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.”
“Respectable people… What bastards!”
“The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.”
“I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.”
This Date in Art History: Died 29 September 1910 – Winslow Homer, an American painter, illustrator, and printmaker: Part II of II.
Below – “The Hudson River”; “Summer Night”; “Mink Pond”; “Eagle Head, Manchester, Massachusetts”; “Twilight at Leeds”; “The Green Hill.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 29 September 1864 – Miguel de Unamuno, a Spanish essayist, novelist, poet, playwright, philosopher, professor of Greek and Classics, and author of “The Tragic Sense of Life.”
Some quotes from the work of Miguel de Unamuno:
“Fascism is cured by reading, and racism is cured by traveling.”
“That which the Fascists hate above all else, is intelligence.”
“We should try to be the parents of our future rather than the offspring of our past.”
“My aim is to agitate and disturb people. I’m not selling bread; I’m selling yeast.”
“Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude.”
“The less we read, the more harmful it is what we read.Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.”
“The skeptic does not mean him who doubts, but him who investigates or researches, as opposed to him who asserts and thinks that he has found.”
“Men shout to avoid listening to one another.”
“Everything that exalts and expands consciousness is good, while that which depresses and diminishes it is evil.”
Below – “After Lunch”; “Pottery”; “Sweet Bowl”; “Still Life Ingredients”; “Still Life: Autumn Fashion”; “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon vues de derrière.”
A Poem for Today
by Jonathan Holden
Day after day, along with his placid
automobiles, that well-groomed
sallow young man had been waiting for
me, as in the cheerful, unchanging
weather of a billboard—pacing
the tiles, patting his tie, knotting, un-
knotting the façade of his smile
while staring out the window.
He was so bad at the job
he reminded me of myself
the summer I failed
at selling ‘Time’ and ‘Life’ in New Jersey.
Even though I was a boy
I could feel someone else’s voice
crawl out of my mouth,
spoiling every word,
like this cowed, polite kid in his tie
and badge that said Greg,
saying ‘Ma’am’ to my wife, calling
me ‘Sir’, retailing the air with such piety
I had to find anything out the window.
Maybe the rain. It was gray
and as honestly wet as ever. Something
we could both believe.
Below – “Ryan and the night voyage of the swans”; “Playing badminton during the eclipse”; “The Moondancers Cafe Brittany France”; “A Summer Breeze”; “Japanese girl in the sun”; “The ballerinas.”
Some quotes from the work of Carson McCullers:
“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”
“There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.”
“Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It’s standing in love that matters.”
“For fear is a primary source of evil. And when the question ‘Who am I?’ recurs and is unanswered, then fear and frustration project a negative attitude. The bewildered soul can answer only: ‘Since I do not understand “Who I am,” I only know what I am not.’ The corollary of this emotional incertitude is snobbism, intolerance and racial hate. The xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war.”
“I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.”
“Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.”
“I’m a stranger in a strange land.”
“How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?”
“It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.”
“Love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.”
“To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.”
“Love is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love. Love of another individual opens a new relation between the personality and the world. The lover responds in a new way to nature and may even write poetry. Love is affirmation; it motivates the yes responses and the sense of wider communication. Love casts out fear, and in the security of this togetherness we find contentment, courage. We no longer fear the age-old haunting questions: ‘Who am I?’ ‘Why am I?’ ‘Where am I going?’ – and having cast out fear, we can be honest and charitable.”
“The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire! To find some lasting comfort in the arms of another’s fire…driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there’s no sign of love in sight!”
Below – “Misty”; “The Imitator”; “The Sleepwalker”; “The Boy With The Book of Secrets”; “The Haunting of the Topiary Garden”; “Five to Two.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 29 September 1973 – W. H. Auden, an English-American poet, playwright, critic, and recipient of the Pulitzer Prize.
“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone”
by W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.