Sentient in San Francisco – 26 October 2019

Contemporary Bulgarian Art – Kaliya Ka

Below – “Offices:’ “Traveling in the golden environment”; “Glass and Silver”; “Sea grid 1”; “Airport 1”; “Pieces.”

Musings in Autumn: Virginia Woolf

“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.”

Contemporary Spanish Art – Fares Micue

Below (photographs) – “Buried with love”; “Comfort zone”; “Camouflage”; “Excessive stimulation”; “Hanabi ‘fire flowers’”; “The dream catcher.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 26 October 1952 – Andrew Motion, an English poet, novelist, biographer, and Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1999 to 2009.

by Andrew Motion

The moment I tire
of difficult sand-grains
and giddy pebbles,
I roll with the punch
of a shrivelling wave
and am cosmonaut
out past the fringe
of a basalt ledge
in a moony sea-hall
spun beyond blue.
Faint but definite
heat of the universe

flutters my skin;
quick fish apply
as something to love,
what with their heads
of gong-dented gold;
plankton I push

an easy way through
would be dust or dew
in the world behind
if that mattered at all,
which is no longer true,
with its faces and cries.

Below – Jennifer Walton: “Dark Water Swim 4”

Contemporary Polish Art – Robert Bubel: Part I of II.

Below – “Escape II”; “Butterfly”; “Night on Earth with glimpses of something”; “Twilight I”; “And the caravan goes on”; “Simplicity of contacts.”

A Poem for Today

“Banana Trees”
by Joseph Stanton

They are tall herbs, really, not trees,
though they can shoot up thirty feet
if all goes well for them. Cut in cross

section they look like gigantic onions,
multi-layered mysteries with ghostly hearts.
Their leaves are made to be broken by the wind,

if wind there be, but the crosswise tears
they are built to expect do them no harm.
Around the steady staff of the leafstalk

the broken fronds flap in the breeze
like brief forgotten flags, but these
tattered, green, photosynthetic machines

know how to grasp with their broken fingers
the gold coins of light that give open air
its shine. In hot, dry weather the fingers

fold down to touch on each side–
a kind of prayer to clasp what damp they can
against the too much light.

Contemporary Polish Art – Robert Bubel: Part II of II.

Below – “In the gallery”; “Bryan’s Garden”; ‘Next station Maslonskie-Natalin”; “Countryside”; “Collector of days and nights”; “Echoes of the Night.”

A Poem for Today

“Found Letter”
by Joshua Weiner

What makes for a happier life, Josh, comes to this:
Gifts freely given, that you never earned;
Open affection with your wife and kids;
Clear pipes in winter, in summer screens that fit;
Few days in court, with little consequence;
A quiet mind, a strong body, short hours
In the office; close friends who speak the truth;
Good food, cooked simply; a memory that’s rich
Enough to build the future with; a bed
In which to love, read, dream, and re-imagine love;
A warm, dry field for laying down in sleep,
And sleep to trim the long night coming;
Knowledge of who you are, the wish to be
None other; freedom to forget the time;
To know the soul exceeds where it’s confined
Yet does not seek the terms of its release,
Like a child’s kite catching at the wind
That flies because the hand holds tight the line.

Below – Lisa Lea Bemish: “Boy Flying Kite”

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