This Date in Art History: Born 28 January 1863 – Ernest William Christmas, an Australian painter.
Below – “On the Murray River”; “The Sundowner”; “Klauea Caldera”; “Moonlight in the Argentine, South America”; “Highland rovers”; “At sunset.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 28 January 1873 – Colette, the pen name of Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, a French novelist, journalist, mime, actress, and author of “Gigi.”
Some quotes from the work of Colette:
“Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.”
“I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.”
“Time spent with a cat is never wasted.”
“The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.”
“Chance, my master and my friend, will, I feel sure, deign once again to send me the spirits of his unruly kingdom. All my trust is now in him- and in myself. But above all in him, for when I go under he always fishes me out, seizing and shaking me like a life-saving dog whose teeth tear my skin a little every time. So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.”
“I went to collect the few personal belongings which…I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.”
“There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.”
“There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine.”
“I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.”
“Hope costs nothing.”
“It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses.”
“There are no ordinary cats.”
“You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.”
“What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.”
Contemporary British Art – Iryna Yermolova: Part I of II.
Below – “Swimming lesson”; “P & P”; “Still Time I”; “Bathroom light 3”; “”Green drape”; Blue drape 2.”
Some quotes from the work of William Butler Yeats:
“There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.”
“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”
“What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.”
“There is another world, but it is in this one.”
“Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
“The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.”
“Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.”
“It seems to me that true love is a discipline.”
“The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.”
“All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.”
“It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.”
“If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.”
Below – “Dreaming about summer (2)”; “Married to the game 2”; “Outdoor shower”; “Bedroom light 5”; “Green sari”; “Blackout curtains (3).”
This Date in Literary History: Died 28 January 1939 – William Butler Yeats, an Irish poet, playwright, and recipient of the 1923 Nobel Prize in Literature: Part II of III.
“The Lake Isle of Innisfree”
by William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Below – “310 The Waves”; “By Wakehurst Parkway”; “Ledbetter Point Santa Barbara”; “Avalon Glow”; “Stairway to Santa Barbara”; “Contemplation.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 28 January 1939 – William Butler Yeats, an Irish poet, playwright, and recipient of the 1923 Nobel Prize in Literature: Part III of III.
“Leda and the Swan”
by William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
Below – Bartolomeo Ammanati (Italian, 1511-1592); Giovanni Rapiti (Italian, contemporary): “Leda and the Swan (Passionate)”