Sentient in San Francisco – 10 October 2019

This Date in Art History: Born 10 October 1858 – Maurice Prendergast, an American painter: Part I of III.

Below – “Sunny Day at the Beach”; “Franklin Park Boston”; “Lady on the Boulevard/The Green Cape”; “The Tuileries Gardens, Paris”; “South Boston Pier”; “Viewing the Ships.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 10 October 1930 – Harold Pinter, an English playwright, screenwriter, and recipient of the 2005 Novel Prize in Literature.

Some quotes from the work of Harold Pinter:

“The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.”
“The more acute the experience, the less articulate its expression.”
“I think we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves. Communication is too alarming. To enter into someone else’s life is too frightening. To disclose to others the poverty within us is too fearsome a possibility.”
“I’ll tell you what I really think about politicians. The other night I watched some politicians on television talking about Vietnam. I wanted very much to burst through the screen with a flame thrower and burn their eyes out and their balls off and then inquire from them how they would assess the action from a political point of view.”
“Don’t forget the earth’s about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past?”
“One’s life has many compartments.”

This Date in Art History: Born 10 October 1858 – Maurice Prendergast, an American painter: Part II of III.

Below – “The Balloon”; “Summer Visitors”; “Splash of Sunshine and Rain”; “Telegraph Hill”; “Madison Square”; “Surf, Cohasset.”

A Poem for Today

by Rynn Williams

I try tearing paper into tiny, perfect squares—
they cut my fingers.  Warm milk, perhaps,
stirred counter-clockwise in a cast iron pan—
but even then there’s burning at the edges,
angry foam-hiss.  I’ve been told
to put trumpet flowers under my pillow,
I do: stamen up, the old crone said.
But the pollen stains, and there are bees,
I swear, in those long yellow chambers, echoing,
the way the house does, mocking, with its longevity—
each rib creaking and bending where I’m likely to break—

I try floating out along the long O of ‘lone’,
to where it flattens to ‘loss’, and just stay there
disconnecting the dots of my night sky
as one would take apart a house made of sticks,
carefully, last addition to first,
like sheep leaping backward into their pens.

This Date in Art History: Born 10 October 1858 – Maurice Prendergast, an American painter: Part III of III.

Below – “Blue Mountains”; “May Day Central Park”; “After the Storm”; “Autumn in New England”; “The Grove”; “The Bathers.”

A Poem for Today

by Linda Gregg

All that is uncared for.
Left alone in the stillness
in that pure silence married
to the stillness of nature.
A door off its hinges,
shade and shadows in an empty room.
Leaks for light. Raw where
the tin roof rusted through.
The rustle of weeds in their
different kinds of air in the mornings,
year after year.
A pecan tree, and the house
made out of mud bricks. Accurate
and unexpected beauty, rattling
and singing. If not to the sun,
then to nothing and to no one.

Below – Boris Kasyanov: “Rowan tree in the yard”

Contemporary British Art – Sandy Dooley

Below – “Celebrating October”; “Autumn Morning”; “Rich Autumn Day”; “Celebrating Spring”; “Ploughed Field”; “Walking To The Beach.”

Musings in Autumn: James Hillman

“The gift of an image is that it provides a place to watch your soul.”

Below – Brooke Heindl Newman: “Coyote”

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