Sentient in San Francisco – 1 October 2019

Greeting October

Below- James Tissot: “October”

Art for October – David Snider: “Mid October”

Musings in October: Ken Weber

“October, here’s to you. Here’s to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the winey smell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell of hickory nuts and the nostalgic whiff of that first wood smoke.”

Below – Aleksandr Kryushyn: “Mountain village: October”

Art for October – Karola Kiss: “October”

A Poem for October

by Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Art for October – Jerome Rochette: “October Field”

Musings in October: Rainbow Rowell

“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!”

Below – Elizabeth C Grace: “October Snow on Blue Mountain”

Art for October – Blu Smith: “October Rain”

A Poem for October

“A Calendar of Sonnets: October”
by Helen Hunt Jackson

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
October, lavish, flaunts them far and near;
The summer charily her reds doth lay
Like jewels on her costliest array;
October, scornful, burns them on a bier.
The winter hoards his pearls of frost in sign
Of kingdom: whiter pearls than winter knew,
Or empress wore, in Egypt’s ancient line,
October, feasting ‘neath her dome of blue,
Drinks at a single draught, slow filtered through
Sunshiny air, as in a tingling wine!

Below – Franklin Carmichael: “October Gold”

Art for October – Mercedes Cecilia: “The Millstream October 2018”

Musings in October: Lucy Maud Montgomery

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?”

Below – Green Gables in Autumn.

Art for October – Vern Rollin: “October Rain”

Musings in October: Friedrich Nietzsche

“What I really want from Music: That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October.”

Below – Judith Finch: “October Glory”

Art for October – Serguei Borodouline: “Blue October”

This Date in Art History: Died 1 October 1929 – Antoine Bourdelle, a French sculptor.

Below – “Apollo with three of the nine muses”; “Day and Night”; “Sappho”; “La Liberte”; “Le Grande Penelope”; “Hannibal’s First Victory.”

Art for October – Maksym Mazur: “October”

A Poem for October

“When I Was Asked How I Could Leave Vermont In The Middle of October”
by Grace Paley

I did not want to be dependent on autumn
I wanted to miss it for once dropp into
another latitude where it wasn’t so
well knownI wanted to show that beauty
can be held in the breath just as we breathe
grief and betrayal they don’t always
have to be happening in the living minute

Look there it is now our own golden
wine-colored world-famous Vermont fall green
as summer to begin with and then the sunny
morning draws mist out of the cold night river
the maples are sweetened there’s a certain
skipped beat a scalding as you live that
loyal countryside ablaze trembling
toward its long winter nobody should have
to bear all that death-determined beauty
every single year this aging body knows
it can’t be borne

Below – Cherry Brewer: “October”

Art for October – Valerie Ornstein: “October Birch”

Musings in October: Humbert Wolfe

“Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”

Below – Bill Bustamante: “October Glows”

Art for October – Diana Prout: “October Excursion”

Musings in October: Hal Borland

“October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.”

Below – The night sky in October.

Art for October – Martin Echtenberg: “Birch. October”

A Poem for October

“The Love for October”
by W.S. Merwin

A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new name
I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows
and the wren laughs in the early shade now
come again shining glance in your good time
naked air late morning
my love is for lightness
of touch foot feather
the day is yet one more yellow leaf
and without turning I kiss the light
by an old well on the last of the month
gathering wild rose hips
in the sun

Art for October – Claude Monet: “Poplars”

This Date in Art History: Died 1 October 1958 – Robert Falk, a Russian painter.

Below – “Against a Siusane Background”; “Still life: Bottles and a Jug”; “Lisa in the Sunlight”; “Lady in a Yellow Blouse”; “Girl with Braids”; “Oranges in a Basket.”

Art for October – Winslow Homer: “An October Day”

Musings in October: Thomas Wolfe

“All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.”

Below – Edward Hopper: “Cape Cod in October”

Art for October – Childe Hassam: “Rainy Day, Boston”

Musings in October: David James Duncan

“Then in October, Indian Summer, the air turned so soft, the sunlight so fragile, and each day’s loveliness so poignantly doomed that even self-ignorance and restlessness felt like profound states of being, and he just wandered the empty beaches and misty headlands in a state of serene confusion and awe.”

Below- Roman Bashta: “Indian Summer”

Art for October – William Trost Richards: “October”

A Poem for October

by Louise Gluck

Is it winter again, is it cold again,
didn’t Frank just slip on the ice,
didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planted

didn’t the night end,
didn’t the melting ice
flood the narrow gutters

wasn’t my body
rescued, wasn’t it safe

didn’t the scar form, invisible
above the injury

terror and cold,
didn’t they just end, wasn’t the back garden
harrowed and planted-

I remember how the earth felt, red and dense,
in stiff rows, weren’t the seeds planted,
didn’t vines climb the south wall

I can’t hear your voice
for the wind’s cries, whistling over the bare ground

I no longer care
what sound it makes

when was I silenced, when did it first seem
pointless to describe that sound

what it sounds like can’t change what it is-

didn’t the night end, wasn’t the earth
safe when it was planted

didn’t we plant the seeds,
weren’t we necessary to the earth,

the vines, were they harvested?

Below – Jozsef Ronal Rippl: “Woman in the Garden”

Art for October – Jennifer Woodburn; “October 2010”

Musings in October: Joy Fielding

“October was always the least dependable of months … full of ghosts and shadows.”

Below – Maurice Sapiro: “The Witching Hour”

Art for October – John Singer Sargent: “The Black Brook”

A Poem for October

“A Letter in October”
by Ted Kooser

Dawn comes later and later now,
and I, who only a month ago
could sit with coffee every morning
watching the light walk down the hill
to the edge of the pond and place
a doe there, shyly drinking,

then see the light step out upon
the water, sowing reflections
to either side—a garden
of trees that grew as if by magic—
now see no more than my face,
mirrored by darkness, pale and odd,

startled by time. While I slept,
night in its thick winter jacket
bridled the doe with a twist
of wet leaves and led her away,
then brought its black horse with harness
that creaked like a cricket, and turned

the water garden under. I woke,
and at the waiting window found
the curtains open to my open face;
beyond me, darkness. And I,
who only wished to keep looking out,
must now keep looking in.

Art for October – Robert McAffee: “Northern Lights”

Welcome, Wonderful October

Below – Franklin Carmichael: “October Gold”

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