Wandering in Woodacre – 23 August 2020

Contemporary Canadian Art – Dina Goldstein

Below (photographs) – “Cinder Special Edition #7/20”; “Buy Stuff”; “Fresh Air Corp.”; “Memory World”; “Revenge Agency”; “Instaworld.”


This Date in Literary History: Born 23 August 1884 – Will Cuppy, an American humorist, satirist, literary critic, and author of “The Decline and Fall of Practically Everybody.”

Some quotes from the work of Will Cuppy:

“We all make mistakes, but intelligence enables us to do it on purpose.”
“A hermit is simply a person to whom civilization has failed to adjust itself.”
“It’s easy to see the faults in people, I know; and it’s harder to see the good. Especially when the good isn’t there.”
“He had also learned that there is no use murdering people; there are always so many left, and if you tried to murder them all you would never get anything else done.”
“Just when you’re beginning to think pretty well of people, you run across somebody who puts sugar on sliced tomatoes.”
“A few alligators are naturally of the vicious type and inclined to resent it when you prod them with a stick. You can find out which ones these are by prodding them.”
“Aristotle was famous for knowing everything. He taught that the brain exists merely to cool the blood and is not involved in the process of thinking. This is true only of certain persons.”
“All modern men are descended from wormlike creatures, but it shows more on some people.”
“Armadillos make affectionate pets, if you need affection that much.”
“Unfortunately, this world is full of people who are ready to think the worst when they see a man sneaking out of the wrong bedroom in the middle of the night.”
“It is really surprising what may be done in the home with a small can of paint, if you aren’t careful.”
“Intelligence is the capacity to know what we are doing and instinct is just instinct. The results are about the same.”
“Ah, well! We live and learn, or, anyway, we live.”

Contemporary British Art – Dana Marinkovic

Below – “Dreaming in Neon 1”; “Dreaming in Neon 2”; “
“Dreaming in Neon 4”; “Dreaming in Neon 5”; “Neon Fashion 3.”

A Poem for Today

“Nightmare”
by Melissa Balmain

Your TV cable’s on the fritz.
Your Xbox is corroded.
Your iPod sits in useless bits.
Your Game Boy just imploded.

Your cell phone? Static’s off the scale.
Your land line? Disconnected.
You’ve got no mail—E, junk or snail.
Your hard drive is infected.

So here you idle, dumb and blue,
with children, spouse and mother—
and wish you knew what people do
to entertain each other.

Below – Gustave Courbet: “The Desperate Man”

Contemporary French Art – Patrick Gonzales

Below (photographs) – Untitled – #12; Untitled – #272; Untitled # 357; Untitled #344; Untitled – #77; Untitled #364; “tribute to Ingres 2.”

This Date in Entertainment/Literary History: Born 23 August 1932 – Mark Russell, an American political satirist, writer, and comedian.

Some quotes from the work of Mark Russell

“The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.”
‘“Because if civilization is going to last, if it’s going to amount to anything more than just a place to watch TV and get cheap snake meat, it will only be because we’ve learned to do one thing.’
‘And what’s that?’
‘To care for people who mean nothing to us.’”
“When you trick somebody into participating in a small-time fraud, it’s called a ‘scam.’ But when the scam is so big that people have no choice but to participate, it’s called ‘economics.’”
“Of course, with any new technology, the question in the back of everyone’s mind is ‘Can I have sex with it or use it to kill people?’”
“The world is on fire, young man. As writers, it is only proper that we do what we can to warn people.
But in telling the truth to the world, don’t lie to yourself. Write whatever you want. Tell the truth.
Just don’t imagine that you are changing anything.
Like I said, people just want to have a good time.”
“Death, like life, finds meaning in our connections to each other. Grief is bearable only because it can be shared.”
“No offense, but it seems like the whole point of civilization is to get someone else to do your killing for you.”
“We are a species hungry for illusion. A powerful illusion not only convinces us it’s real, it becomes more meaningful to us than reality.”
“The world is exactly as it appears, if only you look hard enough.”


Contemporary American Art – Christine So

Below – “Orange Sunset over the Silver San Francisco Bay”; “Summer Morning Fog”; “Garden Wall Diptych”; “Night and Day 8”; “Zen Grass”; “Jungle Moonlight.”

Poem for Today

“Tree At My Window”
by Robert Frost

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.

Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.

But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.

That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.

Art for Today: Elena Morozowa

Below – “Variation on Yolo Waterfall by Hokusai”

Japanese Poetry

Japanese poet Ono no Komachi was born in 825, and her name remains synonymous with beauty in her native land.

The colour of this flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts

My life goes by
As I watch the long rains fall.

Below – Kasia Derwinska: “no one fills this empty space”


Japanese Art

Below – Chobunsai Eishi: “Ono no Komachi”

Japanese Poetry

Izumi Shikibu (born circa 976) is regarded as the greatest female poet of the Heian period (794-1185) in Japan: Part I of II.

Although
the cricket’s song
has no words,
still,
it sounds like sorrow.

Below – John Shanabrook: “A Cricket Singing Somewhere”

Japanese Art

Below – Kikugawa Eizan: Izumi “Shikibu”


Japanese Poetry

Izumi Shikibu (born circa 976) is regarded as the greatest female poet of the Heian period (794-1185) in Japan: Part II of II.

In the dusk the path
You used to come to me
Is overgrown and indistinguishable,
Except for the spider webs
That hang across it
Like threads of sorrow.


Japanese Art

Below – Kunisada: “Izumi Shikibu”

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