Contemporary British Art – Alison Chaplin
Below – “in this shady grove”; “winter drama”; “Shadow Play”; “High Beach Pond”; “dreamy forest”; “…’tis a world indeed, Where skies beneath us shine.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 20 September 1878 – Upton Sinclair, an American novelist, critic, essayist, author of “The Jungle” and “Dragon’s Teeth,” and recipient of the Pulitzer Prize.
Some quotes from the work of Upton Sinclair:
“It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it.”
“One of the necessary accompaniments of capitalism in a democracy is political corruption.”
“Human beings suffer agonies, and their sad fates become legends; poets write verses about them and playwrights compose dramas, and the remembrance of past grief becomes a source of present pleasure – such is the strange alchemy of the spirit.”
“The rich people not only had all the money, they had all the chance to get more; they had all the knowledge and the power, and so the poor man was down, and he had to stay down.”
“As if political liberty made wage slavery any the more tolerable!”
“The old wanderlust had gotten into his blood, the joy of the unbound life, the joy of seeking, of hoping without limit.”
Contemporary American Art – David Cooper: Part I of II.
Below – “Cheyenne Bottoms”; “Beach Surf”; “OP Back Alley”; “Blake’s House”; “Kunza”; “Space Junk.”
“Flowers of the Rock”
By Giorgos Seferis
Flowers of the rock facing the green sea
with veins that reminded me of other loves
glowing in the slow fine rain,
flowers of the rock, figures
that came when no one spoke and spoke to me
that let me touch them after the silence
among pine-trees, oleanders, and plane-trees.
Below – Olha Darchuk: “Sea, rocks, flowers”
Contemporary American Art – David Cooper: Part II of II.
Below – “Highlights on River”; “Bell Garden”; “Umbrella City”; “A Little Town”; “Flint Hills Creek”; “Weston Vineyards and Orchard.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 20 September 1902 – Stevie Smith, an award-winning English poet.
“Not Waving but Drowning”
by Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Contemporary Canadian Art – Sandra Lamb
Below – “Ghosts of the Gathering Dusk”; “Between Worlds”; “Passage”; “Immigrant”; “No Quarter”; “The Journey vs The Destination.”
A Poem for Today: Izumi Shikibu (Japanese, c. 974 – c.1034)
translated by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani
Through the years
I’ve become used to sorrow:
there was not one spring
I didn’t leave behind
Below – Mariya Obidina: “Fading beauty”
Contemporary American Art – Faith Pattrson
Below – “After the Noise”; ““Allegro”; “Dusk”; “Morning Sun”; “Watching Time Unfold”; “Forevermore.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 20 September 1928 – Donald Hall, an American poet, writer, editor, and literary critic.
“Love Is Like Sounds”
by Donald Hall
Late snow fell this early morning of spring.
At dawn I rose from bed, restless, and looked
Out of my window, to wonder if there the snow
Fell outside your bedroom, and you watching.
I played my game of solitaire. The cards
Came out the same the third time through the deck.
The game was stuck. I threw the cards together,
And watched the snow that could not do but fall.
Love is like sounds, whose last reverberations
Hang on the leaves of strange trees, on mountains
As distant as the curving of the earth,
Where snow still hangs in the middle of the air.
Below – Ivy Tse: “Spring Snow Dancing In The Air”