Sentient in San Francisco – 29 February 2020

Contemporary Italian Art – Adam Katsoukis

Below – “Short Time”; “From the Bridge at Verrazzano”; “Indein.”


This Date in Literary History: Born 29 February 1920 – Howard Nemerov, an American poet, writer, and recipient of both the National Book Award and Pulitzer Prize: Part I of II.

Some quotes from the work of Howard Nemerov:

“Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light, they say, forgetful of the shadow’s speed.”
“Religion and science both profess peace (and the sincerity of the professors is not being doubted), but each always turns out to have a dominant part in any war that is going or contemplated.”
“The secrets of success are a good wife and a steady job. My wife told me.”
“I liked the kid who wrote me that he had to do a term paper on a modern poet and he was doing me because, though they say you have to read poems twice, he found he could handle mine in one try.”
“When Robert Frost was alive, I was known as the other new England poet, which is to be barely known at all.”
“The spirit world doesn’t admit to communicating with me, so it’s fairly even.”
“This Constitutional Republic called America is a historic aberration. Any honest student of history will note that the prevailing socio-economic system is feudalism, where a tiny minority control the vast majority of wealth, power, and resources. In doing so, they have absolute control over the 99% of the population. Power equals control.”

Contemporary Canadian Art – Petras Paulauskas

Below (photographs) – “Magnolia Flowering Time”; “Stylish cactus”; “Chestnut Flower”; “Apple Tree Blooming”; “Peony Flowers”; “Mountain River.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 29 February 1920 – Howard Nemerov, an American poet, writer, and recipient of both the National Book Award and Pulitzer Prize: Part II of II.

“A Spell Before Winter”
by Howard Nemerov

After the red leaf and the gold have gone,
Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain
Bruised and discolored, when October’s flame
Goes blue to guttering in the cusp, this land
Sinks deeper into silence, darker into shade.
There is a knowledge in the look of things,
The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.

Now I can see certain simplicities
In the darkening rust and tarnish of the time,
And say over the certain simplicities,
The running water and the standing stone,
The yellow haze of the willow and the black
Smoke of the elm, the silver, silent light
Where suddenly, readying toward nightfall,
The sumac’s candelabrum darkly flames.
And I speak to you now with the land’s voice,
It is the cold, wild land that says to you
A knowledge glimmers in the sleep of things:
The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.

Below – Len Stomski: “Late Autumn”

Contemporary Canadian Art – Madeleine Gross: Part I of II.

In the words of one writer, “Madeleine Gross is a Toronto-based artist who customizes her photographs with paint in a way designed to ‘abstract landscapes but without completely abstracting reality.’”

Below – “Male Sunbather Miami 2019”; “Female Figure at Sunset 2020”; “Neon Miami”; “Canal Street”; “Abstracted Flowers”; “Beach Wedgie.”


Musings in Winter: Jerome K. Jerome

“Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need – a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.”

Contemporary Canadian Art – Madeleine Gross: Part II of II.

In the words of one writer, “Madeleine Gross is a Toronto-based artist who customizes her photographs with paint in a way designed to ‘abstract landscapes but without completely abstracting reality.’”

Below – “Look Up #2”; “Parisian Daydream #2”; “Dinner, Italy”; “Italian Interior II”; “Miami Lovers”; “NYC 2020.”


A Poem for Today

“We Are of a Tribe”
by Alberto Rios

We plant seeds in the ground
And dreams in the sky,

Hoping that, someday, the roots of one
Will meet the upstretched limbs of the other.

It has not happened yet.
We share the sky, all of us, the whole world:

Together, we are a tribe of eyes that look upward,
Even as we stand on uncertain ground.

The earth beneath us moves, quiet and wild,
Its boundaries shifting, its muscles wavering.

The dream of sky is indifferent to all this,
Impervious to borders, fences, reservations.

The sky is our common home, the place we all live.
There we are in the world together.

The dream of sky requires no passport.
Blue will not be fenced. Blue will not be a crime.

Look up. Stay awhile. Let your breathing slow.
Know that you always have a home here.

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