Sentient in San Francisco – 30 September 2019

Contemporary Canadian Art – Kira Sokolovskaia: Part I of II.

Below – “Pine Under Snow”; “Deer Lake Park Early Spring”; “Schubert’s Concert”; “Lynn Creek in Winter Rocks.”

A Poem for Today

“Autumn Song”
by W. H. Auden

Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse’s flowers will not last;
Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.

Whispering neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze
Lonely on the separate knees.

Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.

Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And the nightingale is dumb,
And the angel will not come.

Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountain’s lovely head
Whose white waterfall could bless
Travellers in their last distress.

Below – Photograph by Marcin Jagiellicz

Contemporary Canadian Art – Kira Sokolovskaia: Part II of II.

Below – “Still Life With Apples And A Plate”; “A Couple Of Geese”; “Pink Flowers in a Vase”; “Herring. School Of Fish.”

Musings in Autumn: Leslie Fiedler

“To be an American (unlike being English or French or whatever) is precisely to imagine a destiny rather than to inherit one; since we have always been, insofar as we are Americans at all, inhabitants of myth rather than history.”

Below – John Gast: “American Progress” (1872)

Contemporary Vietnamese Art – Thanh Nhan Ngo: Part I of II.

Below – “The Sea”; “Bamboo in yellow river”; “Ha Long Bay”; “Landscape”; “Ha noi street”; “Tan giang river.”


This Date in Literary History: Born 30 September 1904 – Waldo Williams, a Welsh poet.

“Our Lives”
by Waldo Williams

When they are a baby, can’t wait for them to grow up
From diapers and a bottle, to drinking from a cup
First they say some words, and then they start to talk
Take the first few steps, and then they start to walk
They were just a baby, it seems just like last year
Where has time gone to, rolling down a tear
Pictures tell their story, each one a different age
You can’t get time back, their memories on every page
Every time you turn around, they’re into something new
And suddenly you realize, how fast they really grew
There was kindergarten, helped overcome their fear
Where has time gone to, rolling down a tear
Still get into trouble, they may get out on a limb
Every time you see them, you see yourself in them
Can’t help but love them, to you they are the best
Made you proud, when they got an A on any given test
You wanted to slow down, they shift it up a gear
Where has time gone to, rolling down a tear
The time in the school play, when they were the star
Taught them to ride a bike, now they drive a car
Each day they grow older, now you become older too
You want your babies back, but there’s nothing you can do
Used to want to play, now they’re planning a career
Where has time gone to, it’s rolling down a tear

Below – Richard MacDonald: “Tricycle”

Contemporary Vietnamese Art – Thanh Nhan Ngo: Part II of II.

Below – “Landscape Ha long autumn”; “Lotus”; “Bananas river”; “Village riverside”; “Mid red river”; “Black Rose”; “Sad luna.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 30 September 1927 – W. S. Merwin, an American poet and translator.

“For the Anniversary of My Death”
by W. S. Merwin

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

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