Wandering in Woodacre – 27 August 2020

Contemporary Hong Kong Art – Kanny Yeung

Below – “Just turn right and keep going”; “The depth that contains it all”; “Feel the spray”; “The past reflects eternally between two mirrors”; “This is glacier water”; “Harmony.”

A Poem for Today

“Heart”
by Sally Bliumis-Dunn,

She has painted her lips
hibiscus pink.
The upper lip dips
perfectly in the center

like a Valentine heart.
It makes sense to me—
that the lips, the open

ah of the mouth
is shaped more like a heart
than the actual human heart.
I remember the first time I saw it—

veined and shiny
as the ooze of a snail—
if this were what
we had been taught to draw

how differently we might have
learned to love.

Below – Tijana Titin: “Like a Poetry”

Contemporary American Art – Michelle Kaufman

Below – “Fulcrum”; “Zero”; “Wait Till Later”; “There”; “Undone”; “Way.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 27 August 1939 – William Least Heat Moon, an American travel writer, historian, and author of “Blue Highways.”

Some quotes from the work of William Least Heat Moon:

“What you’ve done becomes the judge of what you’re going to do – especially in other people’s minds. When you’re traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.”
“Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while. Maybe the only gift is a chance to inquire, to know nothing for certain. An inheritance of wonder and nothing more.”
“Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren’t turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.”
“With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where time and men and deeds connected.”
“A man who couldn’t make things go right could at least go. He could quit trying to get out of the way of life. Chuck routine. Live the real jeopardy of circumstance. It was a question of dignity.”
“There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won’t.”
“Here the earth, as if to prove its immensity, empties itself. Gertrude Stein said: ‘In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. That is what makes America what it is.’ The uncluttered stretches of the American West and the deserted miles of roads force a lone traveler to pay attention to them by leaving him isolated in them. This squander of land substitutes a sense of self with a sense of place by giving him days of himself until, tiring of his own small compass, he looks for relief to the bigness outside — a grandness that demands attention not just for its scope, but for its age, its diversity, its continual change. The isolating immensity reveals what lies covered in places noisier, busier, more filled up. For me, what I saw revealed was this (only this): a man nearly desperate because his significance had come to lie within his own narrow ambit.”
“American history is parking lots.”
“A rule of the blue road: Be careful going in search of adventure—it’s ridiculously easy to find.”


Contemporary Swedish Art – Jonas Nemeth

Below – “Thoughtful Woman With A Cup”; “Drive”; “Before or After”; “Woman With A Beer”; “Someday”; “Naked.”


A Poem for Today

“Love Poem”
by Melissa Balman

The afternoon we left our first apartment,
we scrubbed it down from ceiling to parquet.
Who knew the place could smell like lemon muffins?
It suddenly seemed nuts to move away.

The morning someone bought our station wagon,
it gleamed with wax and every piston purred.
That car looked like a centerfold in Hot Rod!
Too late, we saw that selling was absurd.

And then there was the freshly tuned piano
we passed along to neighbors with a wince.
We told ourselves we’d find one even better;
instead we’ve missed its timbre ever since.

So if, God help us, we are ever tempted
to ditch our marriage when it’s lost its glow,
let’s give the thing our finest spit and polish—
and, having learned our lesson, not let go.

Below – Jose Hernan Cibils: “Couple in Love” (photograph)

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