Wandering in Woodacre – 29 July 2020

This Date in Art History: Died 29 July 1918 – Ernest William Christmas, an Australian painter.

Below – “On the Murray River”; “The Sundowner”; “Kilauea Caldera”; “Moonlight in the Argentine, South America”; “A Peasant’s Hut in the Cordillera.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 29 July 1918 – Mary Lee Settle, an American novelist, memoirist, essayist, author of “Blood Tie,” and recipient of the National Book Award.

Three quotes from the work of Mary Lee Settle:

“The first time you are reconciled to the terrible unfairness of disappointment, you are getting old.”
“Recorded history is wrong. It’ wrong because the voiceless have no voice in it.”
“Having watched herself in the speckled mirror…she was already shocked beyond surprise at what the flat hand of age could do.”

Contemporary Norwegian Art – June Sira: Part I of II.

Below – “Jil, blue”; “Girl With Yellow Dress”; “Winter”; “Katie”; “The Veil”; “Huldra in Moonlight.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 29 July 1953 – Frank McGuinness, an award-winning Irish poet and playwright.

“Moon”
by Frank McGuinness

The full sunlit side of the moon filled
Our room with light
That broke through autumn trees;

We could have stayed awake all night trying
To name it, as it lit up the clock, corners,
Our heads on pillows.

But we fell asleep with its light
On our eyelids, with nothing to hide,
Not even private dreams.

I felt not too far from being translated,
The same way sunlight was interpreted
By the moon face we could see.

Below – Petra Sipkova: “Arias of Rusalka – moon in the deep sky”

Contemporary Norwegian Art – June Sira: Part II of II.

Below – “Dusk”; “Oreo”; “Ghost In The Machine”; “A Girl With Red Track Pants”;Untitled; “The Thinker.”


A Poem for Today

“Sometimes”
by Sheenagh Pugh

Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

Below -Stten Lersten Patterson: “Late winter sun – melting snow”

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