Wandering in Woodacre – 24 September 2020

Contemporary British Art – Andrew Bret Wallis

Below (photographs) – “Snow Oak Silence”; “Rocking Hall”; “Lightning Tree”; “Sundown”; “Winter Vigil”; “Silver & Gold.”

A Poem for Today

“Spirit of the Bat”
by Peggy Schumaker

Hair rush, low swoop—
so those of us

stuck here on earth
know—you must be gods.

Or friends of gods,
granted chances

to push off into sky,
granted chances

to hear so well
your own voice bounced

back to you
maps the night.

Each hinge
in your wing’s

an act of creation.
Each insect

you snick out of air
a witness.

You transform
obstacles

into sounds,
then dodge them.


Contemporary Hong Kong Art – Clement Tsang

Below (photographs) – “Beautiful Sun Shining”; “The Night Scenery”; “Sunset in the Forest“; “The Lonely Tree”; “The White and Green Tree”; “The Lake Side Hotel.”


A Poem for Today

Untitled
by Jonathan Greene

Honored when
the butterfly lights
on my shoulder.

Next stop:
a rotting log.

Below – Susan Houston: “Butterfly on Log” (photograph)

Contemporary American Art – Cindy Press

Below – “Hangin On”; “Breaking Silence”; “Finally Sat Alone”; “Fearless”; “Your Secret’s Safe With Me”; “Turning Point.”

A Poem for Today

“Releasing a Tree”
by Thomas Reiter

Softly pummeled overnight, the lower
limbs of our Norway spruce
flexed and the deepening snow held them.
Windless sunlight now, so I go out
wearing hip waders and carrying
not a fly rod but a garden hoe. I begin
worrying the snow for the holdfast
of a branch that’s so far down
a wren’s nest floats above it like a buoy.
I work the hoe, not chopping but cradling,
then pull straight up. A current of air
as the needles loft their burden
over my head. Those grace notes
of the snowfall, crystals giving off
copper, green, rose—watching them
I stumble over a branch, go down
and my gloves fill with snow. Ah, I find
my father here: I remember as a child
how flames touched my hand the time
I added wood to the stove in our ice-fishing
shanty, how he plunged that hand
through the hole into the river, teaching me
one kind of burning can ease another.
The branch bobs then tapers into place
and composes itself, looking
unchanged though all summer
it will bring up this day from underfoot.

Below – Mary Hughes: “Snow Pine Tree”

Contemporary German Art – Johanna Bath

Below – “shade”; “dream weavers”; “nostalgia”; “every move we make”; “somewhere somebody thinks about you (parallelism)”; “you carry the stories of people before you”; “watching you watching me.”


A Poem for Today

“This Morning I Could Do A Thousand Things”
by Robert Hedin

I could fix the leaky pipe
Under the sink, or wander over
And bother Jerry who’s lost

In the bog of his crankcase.

I could drive the half-mile down

To the local mall and browse

Through the bright stables

Of mowers, or maybe catch

The power-walkers puffing away

On their last laps. I could clean

The garage, weed the garden,

Or get out the shears and

Prune the rose bushes back.

Yes, a thousand things

This beautiful April morning.

But I’ve decided to just lie

Here in this old hammock,

Rocking like a lazy metronome,

And wait for the day lilies

To open. The sun is barely

Over the trees, and already

The sprinklers are out,

Raining their immaculate

Bands of light over the lawns.

Below – Chris Otte: “Sky Hammock”

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