This Date in Art Histor: Born 23 April 1904 – Louis Muhlstock, a Polish-Canadian painter.
Below – “Winter Landscape”; “Montreal Street Scene”; “Winter Afternoon”; “Rooftops”; “View from My Window”; “Reclining Nude With Shawl.”
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”
by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Below – David Lloyd Glover: “Fields of Golden Daffodils”
Below – “Sunset at Katwijk”; “Early Spring at Realengracht”; “Westerdok in Winter”; “Scheveningse Weg, The Hague”; “Kalverstraat by night”; “Bij de stallen, Duindigt.”
This Date in Cinematic History: Born 23 April 1904 – Duncan Renaldo, an American actor (died 1985); Died 23 April 1983 – Buster Crabbe, an American actor (born 1908).
These men were two of my favorite actors when I was a boy. Duncan Renaldo portrayed The Cisco Kid in a television series that aired from 1950 to 1956. Buster Crabbe portrayed Flash Gordon in three film serials: “Flash Gordon” (1934 – 13 chapters), “Flash Gordon’s Trip to Mars” (1938 – 15 chapters), and “Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe” (1940 – 12 chapters).
Contemporary American Art – Carlos Antonio Rancano
Below – “Revival”; “Balancing Act”; “Evidence or How to Get Over a Broken Heart”; “Pull”; “La Bestia”; “Nude on Lilac.”
“The World Is Too Much With Us”
by William Wordsworth
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
Below – Triton blowing his wreathed horn on Ocean Beach, San Francisco.
Below – “the vigil”; “the lost words”; “heralds, travellers and thieves”; “before you go”; “the processional”; “pink owl.”
A Poem for Today
“The Sanitarium Window”
by Leland James
A small stand of trees, unremarkable.
I don’t know their names.
They’re like a knot of folks waiting
for a train, or for a store to open
—a gathering, that’s all. They don’t
seem to know each other. They didn’t
plan to be together there in a field of weeds.
Yet, on second look, they are remarkable,
having stood the invisible winds of winter,
stood the bitter season that comes
to each alone, that separateness of sickness
—mind and soul—there in the bent of trees.
The trees seem to know all about winter.
Seem to have winter in their bones.
Perhaps someone else would see them
differently, a different reflection,
a family gathering, not just a knot.
Some might see them that way.
Some might see them differently.
And I too, perhaps, on a different day.
The others around me, others
by the window, silently looking out
—I can see us reflected in the window
when the light is just right. Another
stand of trees, a knot, not planning
to be together here in a field of weeds.
Below – Harper Ethan: “Stand of Trees I”