Wandering in Woodacre -14 October 2020

Contemporary Turkish Art – Said Mingu: Part I of II.

Below – “Searching”; “Madama Butterfly”; “Cascade”; “Moonstruck”; “Random II.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 14 October 1894 – e e cummings, an award-winning American poet, playwright, and essayist.

Some quotes from the work of e e cummings:

“The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.”
“Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.”
“The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.”
“the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses”
“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”

Contemporary Turkish Art – Said Mingu: Part II of II.

“Mustang”; “Harbinger”; “Quarantine Hopscotch”; “Black Swan”; “Slit II.”

This Date in Literary History – Born 14 October 1949 – Katha Pollitt, an award-winning American poet and essayist.

“Two Cats”
by Katha Pollitt

It’s better to be a cat than to be a human.
Not because of their much-noted grace and beauty—
their beauty wins them no added pleasure, grace is
only a cat’s way

of getting without fuss from one place to another—
but because they see things as they are. Cats never mistake a
saucer of milk for a declaration of passion
or the crook of your knees for

a permanent address. Observing two cats on a sunporch,
you might think of them as a pair of Florentine bravoes
awaiting through slitted eyes the least lapse of attention—
then slash! the stiletto

or alternately as a long-married couple, who hardly
notice each other but find it somehow a comfort
sharing the couch, the evening news, the cocoa.
Both these ideas

are wrong. Two cats together are like two strangers
cast up by different storms on the same desert island
who manage to guard, despite the utter absence
of privacy, chocolate,

useful domestic articles, reading material,
their separate solitudes. They would not dream of
telling each other their dreams, or the plots of old movies,
or inventing a bookful

of coconut recipes. Where we would long ago have
frantically shredded our underwear into signal
flags and be dancing obscenely about on the shore in
a desperate frenzy,

they merely shift on their haunches, calm as two stoics
weighing the probable odds of the soul’s immortality,
as if to say, if a ship should happen along we’ll
be rescued. If not, not.

Below – Eva Fialka: “Light And Shadow”

Contemporary British Art – Francesca Backhouse

Below – “Self Reflection”; “Exotic Koi”; “Theatrical Neptune”;“Finding Balance”; “Noir Dodo”; “Friends.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 14 October 1888 – Katherine Mansfield (pen name of Kathleen Mansfield Murry), a New Zealand novelist, poet, short story writer, and essayist.

Some quotes from the work of Katherine Mansfield:

“Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can’t build on it it’s only good for wallowing in.”
“How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.”
“Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.”
“I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it – to live – to expand – to breathe in it – to rejoice – to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.”
“The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.”
“By health I mean the power to live a full, adult, living, breathing life in close contact with what I love – the earth and the wonders thereof – the sea – the sun, all that we mean when we speak of the external world. I want to enter into it, to be part of it, to live in it, to learn from it, to lose all that is superficial and acquired in me and to become a conscious, direct human being. I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.”
“I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvellously serene, and small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.”

Contemporary Russian Art – Samir Rakhmanov

Below – “Tea Break”; “Portrait of Galina under red light”; “During the Break”; “Portrait in a red blanket”; “The Act of Reading”; “Portrait of Sona.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 14 October 1965 – Randall Jarrell, an American poet, literary critic, essayist, novelist, and recipient of the National Book Award.

“The Breath of Night”
by Randall Jarrell

The moon rises. The red cubs rolling
In the ferns by the rotten oak
Stare over a marsh and a meadow
To the farm’s white wisp of smoke.
A spark burns, high in heaven.
Deer thread the blossoming rows
Of the old orchard, rabbits
Hop by the well-curb. The cock crows
From the tree by the widow’s walk;
Two stars in the trees to the west,
Are snared, and an owl’s soft cry
Runs like a breath through the forest.
Here too, though death is hushed, though joy
Obscures, like night, their wars,
The beings of this world are swept
By the Strife that moves the stars.

Below- Kasia Derwinska: “children of the wind” (photograph)

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