Sentient in San Francisco – 13 February 2020

This Date in Art History: Died 13 February 1906 – Albert Gottschalk, a Danish painter.

Below – “Afternoon in April”; “Early Spring Day in Glostrup”; “View at Age”; “Ruins in the Camp;ania”; “Portrait of a woman in black”; “Winter in Lyngby.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 13 February 2010 – Lucille Clifton, an American poet and recipient of the National Book Award: Part I of II.

“Blessing the Boats”
by Lucille Clifton

(at St. Mary’s)

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that

Contemporary Belgian Art – Pol Ledent

Below – “A trio station”; “Historical village”; “Misty afternoon”; “Blue flowers in Provence”; “Spring 6820”; “Spring light on a little village.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 13 February 2010 – Lucille Clifton, an American poet and recipient of the National Book Award: Part II of II.

“homage to my hips”
by Lucille Clifton

these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

Contemporary South African Art – Heike Allerton-Davies

Below – “Watching II”; “Hidden”; “My three graces”; “Silenced”; “Forbidden”; “Watching III.”

Musings in Winter: Rene Daumal

“You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place? Just this: What is above knows what is below, but what is below does not know what is above. One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know.”

Contemporary Ukrainian Art – Nataliya Bagatskaya

Below – “Girl in a Yellow Dress”; “Portrait of Caroline”; “Stranger Girl-2”; “Abandoned Garden”; “Still life with the Cherry”; “Musician”; “My name will be told to you by the wind…”

A Poem for Today

by Andrei Guruianu

Dead before I came into this world, grandfather,
I carry your name, yet I’ve never met you.
I hear my name, and know
that somehow they refer to you.
When I scribble those six letters
fast, to sign some document
or print them neatly in a box,
I feel your presence flow with the ink
stain and burn through the paper,
forever imprinted in my mind.
Late summer nights
gathered around the dinner table,
leftovers being cleared away,
faces clouded in cigarette smoke,
I hear voices pass the word
back and forth in reverence.
Somehow I know it’s not me
the little one grabbing for attention.
They speak of you, Andrei,
the one I’ve never met,
whose name I carry.

Below – Gerhardt Isringhaus: “Grandfather”

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