Wandering in Woodacre – 25 September 2020

This Date in Art History: Born 25 September 1865 – Henri Lebasque, a French Post-Impressionist painter.

Below – “La cigarette”; “Sainte-Maxime, Le Goûter des Enfants”; “Sous la lampe”; “Jeune fille a la robe et au chapeau”; “Baigneuses a la fontaine, St. Tropez”; “Una joven en el bosque.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 25 September 1953 – Ron Rash, an award-winning American novelist, short story writer, poet, and author of “Serena.”

Some quotes from the work of Ron Rash:

“But nothing is solid and permanent. Our lives are raised on the shakiest foundations. You don’t need to read history books to know that. You only have to know the history of your own life.”
“What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first… it’s amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree’s heartwood.”
“You got one choice at the beginning but if you didn’t choose right, things got narrow real quick.”
“We want what’s in this world but we also want what ain’t.”
“It’s a hard place this world can be. No wonder a baby cries coming in to it. Tears from the start”
“We had some good times at school. I didn’t know how good those times was till I left, but I guess that’s the way of it”
“Nothing is but what is now”
“Water has its own archaeology, not a layering but a leveling, and thus is truer to our sense of the past, because what is memory but near and far events spread and smoothed beneath the present’s surface.”

Contemporary American Art – Erin Hanson

Below – “Diego Eucalyptus”; “Rocky Dawn”; “Crystal Hues”; “Shaded Oak”; “Aspen Trail”; “Crystal Arbor.”

A Poem for Today

“Apple Blossoms”
by Susan Kelly-DeWitt

One evening in winter
when nothing has been enough,
when the days are too short,

the nights too long
and cheerless, the secret
and docile buds of the apple

blossoms begin their quick
ascent to light. Night
after interminable night

the sugars pucker and swell
into green slips, green
silks. And just as you find

yourself at the end
of winter’s long, cold
rope, the blossoms open

like pink thimbles
and that black dollop
of shine called

bumblebee stumbles in.

Below – Carolyn Miller: “Apple Blossom”

Contemporary American Art – Alex Selkowitz: Part I of II.

Below – “A Simpler Time 2”; “Storefront in Sunlight”; “A Simpler Time”; “Golden Hour”; “Parked”; “Room 824”; “Eight Twenty Four.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 25 September 1897 – William Faulkner, an American novelist, short story writer, author of “The Sound and the Fury,” “As I Lay Dying,” and “Light in August,” two-time recipient of the National Book Award, two-time recipient of the Pulitzer Prize, and recipient of the 1949 Nobel Prize in Literature.

Some quotes from the work of William Faulkner:

“The past is never dead. It’s not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity. Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations. The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.”

“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.”
“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”
“If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green… If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don’t deserve to survive, and probably won’t.”
“To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.”
“No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.”
“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.”

Contemporary American Art – Alex Selkowitz: Part II of II.

Below – “Suburban Landscape 3”; “Saturday Night”; “Watching the World Pass You By”; “Leaving the Past Behind”; “50-70%”; “No One Is Home”; “Viewer 4.”

A Poem for Today

by Dan Gerber

You know how, after it rains,
my father told me one August afternoon
when I struggled with something
hurtful my best friend had said,
how worms come out and
crawl all over the sidewalk
and it stays a big mess
a long time after it’s over
if you step on them?

Leave them alone,
he went on to say,
after clearing his throat,
and when the rain stops,
they crawl back into the ground.

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