Wandering in Woodacre – 31 July 2020

Contemporary Dutch Art – Jacqueline Hoebers

Below – “one of those”; “Black magic woman”; “waiting”; “dressed like Klimt”; “Going Home_2”; “the old cinema.”

This Date in Literary/Intellectual History: Died 31 July 2012 – Gore Vidal, an American writer and public intellectual.

Some quotes from the work of Gore Vidal:

“How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself.”
“Half of the American people have never read a newspaper. Half never voted for President. One hopes it is the same half.”
“As societies grow decadent, the language grows decadent, too. Words are used to disguise, not to illuminate, action: you liberate a city by destroying it. Words are to confuse, so that at election time people will solemnly vote against their own interests.”
“Today’s public figures can no longer write their own speeches or books, and there is some evidence that they can’t read them either.”
“Ayn Rand’s ‘philosophy’ is nearly perfect in its immorality, which makes the size of her audience all the more ominous and symptomatic as we enter a curious new phase in our society…. To justify and extol human greed and egotism is to my mind not only immoral, but evil.”
“Monotheism is easily the greatest disaster to befall the human race.”
“The American press exists for one purpose only, and that is to convince Americans that they are living in the greatest and most envied country in the history of the world. The Press tells the American people how awful every other country is and how wonderful the United States is and how evil communism is and how happy they should be to have freedom to buy seven different sorts of detergent.”
“I have always regarded as a stroke of good fortune that I was not born or brought up in a small American town; they may be the backbone of the nation, but they are also the backbone of ignorance, bigotry, and boredom, all in vast quantities.”
“We are the United States of Amnesia, we learn nothing because we remember nothing.”

Contemporary American Art – Mario Emes

Below – Untitled #184; Untitled #182; Untitled #176.

Contemporary American Art – Phil Garrett: Part I of II

Below – “Eldorado Variation II”; “Eldorado Variation VIII”; “Ryoanji Variation I”; “Ryoanji Variation III.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 31 July 1944 – Antoine de Saint-Exupery, an award-winning French writer, poet, journalist, and author of “The Little Prince” and “Wind, Sand and Stars,” and “Night Flight.”

Some quotes from the work of Antoine de Saint-Exupery:

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
“All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.”
“No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.”
“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”
“Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them”
“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.”
“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”

Contemporary American Art – Phil Garrett: Part II of II

Below – “Ghost Ranch Variation I”; “Ghost Ranch Variation III”; “Ghost Ranch Variation VI”; “Ghost Ranch Variation VII”; “Ghost Ranch Variation VIII.”

A Poem for Today

“My Dead”
by Tim Nolan

They grow in number all the time
The cat, the Mother, the Father
The grandparents, aunts, and uncles

Those I knew well and hardly at all
My best friend from when I was ten
The guy who sat with me in the back

Of the class where the tall kids lived
‘Bill the Shoemaker ‘from Lyndale Avenue
The Irish poet with rounded handwriting

They live in ‘The Land of Echo’, ‘The Land
Of Reverb’, and I hear them between
The notes of the birds, the ‘plash’ of the wave

On the smooth rocks. They show up
When I think of them, as if they always
Are waiting for me to remember

I drive by their empty houses
I put on their old sweaters and caps
I wear their wristwatches and spend

Their money. So now I’m in six places
At once—if not eighteen or twenty
So many places to be thinking of them

Strange how quiet they are with their presence
So humble in the low song they sing
Not expecting that anyone will listen.

Below – Margo Schopf: “Everyone leaves”

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