Sentient in San Francisco – 29 October 2019

This Date in Art History: Born 29 October 1942 – Bob Ross, an American painter, art instructor, and the host of the television series “The Joy of Painting.

A Poem for Today

by Warren Woessner

When the wind clipped
the whitecaps, and the flags
came down before they shredded,
we knew it was no nor’easter.
The Blue Nose ferry stayed
on course, west out of Yarmouth,
while 100 miles of fog
on the Bay blew away.

The Captain let us stand
on the starboard bridge
and scan a jagged range.
Shearwaters skimmed the peaks
while storm petrels hunted valleys
that slowly filled with gold.
Alberto blew out in the Atlantic.
We came back to earth
that for days might tip and sway
and cast us back to sea.

Below – Jan Min: “Stormy Sea”

John Singer Sargent: Portraits in Charcoal

Below – Sketch of Kenneth Grahame; Sketch of William Butler Yeats; Sketch of Helen Sears; Sketch of Jascha Heifetz; Sketch of Nettie Huxley; Sketch of Mme. Pierre Gautreau.

A Poem for Today

“Safari, Rift Valley”
by Roy Jacobstein

Minutes ago those quick cleft hoofs
lifted the dik-dik’s speckled frame.
Now the cheetah dips her delicate head
to the still-pulsating guts. Our Rover’s
so close we need no zoom to fix the green
shot of her eyes, the matted red mess
of her face. You come here, recall a father
hale in his ordinary life, not his last bed,
not the long tasteless slide of tapioca.
This is the Great Rift, where it all began,
here where the warthogs and hartebeest
feed in the scrub, giraffes splay to drink,
and our rank diesel exhaust darkens the air
for only a few moments before vanishing.

Contemporary British Art – David Thomas

Below – “JFK 10”; “Beverley Brook, Barnes 1”; “JFK 8”; “John Dillinger”; “Bugsy Siegel”; “Nike.”

A Poem for Today

by Jeffrey Harrison

Walking past the open window, she is surprised
by the song of the white-throated sparrow
and stops to listen. She has been thinking of
the dead ones she loves–her father who lived
over a century, and her oldest son, suddenly gone
at forty-seven–and she can’t help thinking
she has called them back, that they are calling her
in the voices of these birds passing through Ohio
on their spring migration. . . because, after years
of summers in upstate New York, the white-throat
has become something like the family bird.
Her father used to stop whatever he was doing
and point out its clear, whistling song. She hears it
again: “Poor Sam Peabody Peabody Peabody.”
She tries not to think, “Poor Andy,” but she
has already thought it, and now she is weeping.
But then she hears another, so clear, it’s as if
the bird were in the room with her, or in her head,
telling her that everything will be all right.
She cannot see them from her second-story window–
they are hidden in the new leaves of the old maple,
or behind the white blossoms of the dogwood–
but she stands and listens, knowing they will stay
for only a few days before moving on.

Contemporary Danish Art – Lea Nielsen

Below (photographs) – “Novizinnen #3”; “Novizinnen #6”; “Novizinnen #2”; “Novizinnen #8”; “Novizinnen #1”; “Novizinnen #4.”

A Poem for Today

by Robert West

A lone

in the

empty space

its own


Below – Robert Payton Reed: “Echo”

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