Sentient in San Francisco – 30 March 2020

This Date in Art History: Born 30 March 1853 – Vincent van Gogh, a Dutch painter.

Below – “Wheatfield with Crows”; “The Starry Night”; “Pink Peach Tree in Blossom”; “Starry Night Over the Rhone”; “The Night Cafe”; “Painter on the Road to Tarascon.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 30 March 2005 – Robert Creeley, an award-winning American poet, novelist, and essayist: Part I of II.

Some quotes from the work of Robert Creeley:

“The awful thing, as a kid reading, was that you came to the end of the story, and that was it. I mean, it would be heartbreaking that there was no more of it.”
“What has happened makes the world. Live on the edge, looking.”
Locale is both a geographic term and the inner sense of being.”
“Communication is mutual feeling with someone, not a didactic process of information.”
“My nature is a quagmire
of unresolved confessions.”
“Comes the time when it’s later
and onto your table the headwaiter
puts the bill.”
“O love, where are you leading me now?”
“I know this body is impatient. I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind. Yet I loved, I love. I want no sentimentality. I want no more than home.”
“It is hard going to the door
cut so small in the wall where
the vision which echoes loneliness
brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.”


Art for Today: Leonard Craske (1880-1950), an American sculptor.

Below – “Gloucester Fisherman’s Memorial”; “The Joy of Life”; “Figure”; “Sitting German Shepherd”; “Pan and Psyche.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 30 March 2005 – Robert Creeley, an award-winning American poet, novelist, and essayist: Part II of II.

“The Rain”
by Robert Creeley

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent–
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.

This Date in Art History: Died 30 March 1966 – Maxfield Parrish, an American painter and illustrator.

Below – “The Dinky Bird”; “The Lantern Bearers”; “Daybreak”; “Ecstasy”; “Hill Top Farm, Winter”; “White Birch.”


This Date in Literary History: Died 30 March 1967 – Jean Toomer, an American poet, novelist, short story writer, essayist, and author of “Cane”: Part I of II.

Some quotes from the work of Jean Toomer:

“We never know we are beings till we love. And then it is we know the powers and potentialities of human existence.”
“Talk about it only enough to do it. Dream about it only enough to feel it. Think about it only enough to understand it. Contemplate it only enough to be it.”
“Most novices picture themselves as masters – and are content with the picture. This is why there are so few masters.”
“To understand a new idea, break an old habit.”
“We do not posses imagination enough to sense what we are missing.”
“The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing.”
“Acceptance of prevailing standards often means we have no standards of our own.”
“One may receive the information but miss the teaching.”
“Once a man has tasted creative action, then thereafter, no matter how safely he schools himself in patience, he is restive, acutely dissatisfied with anything else. He becomes as a lover to whom abstinence is intolerable.”
“No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.”
“We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them.”
“People mistake their limitations for high standards.”
“There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death.”
“We learn the rope of life by untying its knots.”
“Perhaps . . . our lot on the earth is to seek and to search. Now and again we find just enough to enable us to carry on. I now doubt that any of us will completely find and be found in this life.”

Contemporary Italian Art – Sanja Milenkovic

Below – “Drops”; “Eyeshot”; “Open your eyes”; “Scout”; “Sunset on The Grand Canyon”; “Rain under the sun.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 30 March 1967 – Jean Toomer, an American poet, novelist, short story writer, essayist, and author of “Cane”: Part II of II.

“Tell Me”
by Jean Toomer

Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk,
When purple ribbons bind the hill,
Do dreams your secret wish fulfill,
Do prayers, like kernels from the husk

Come from your lips? Tell me if when
The mountains loom at night, giant shades
Of softer shadow, swift like blades
Of grass seeds come to flower. Then

Tell me if the night winds bend
Them towards me, if the Shenandoah
As it ripples past your shore,
Catches the soul of what you send.

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