Wandering in Woodacre – 20 October 2020

This Date in Art History: Born 20 October 1847 – Frits Thaulow, a Norwegian painter.

Below – “A River”; “Norse winter landscape”; “Ambiance Du Soir”; “Marmortrappen”; “Moonlight in Beaulieu”; “Fra Dieppe med elven Arques.”


This Date in Literary History: Born 20 October 1946 – Elfriede Jelinek, an Austrian novelist, playwright, and recipient of the 2004 Nobel Prize in Literature for her “musical flow of voices and counter-voices in novels and plays that, with extraordinary linguistic zeal, reveal the absurdity of society’s clichés and their subjugating power.”

Some quotes from the work of Elfriede Jelinek:

“Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.”
“Very few women wait for Mr. Right. Most women take the first and worst Mr. Wrong.”
“Seek and you shall find the repulsive things you secretly hope to find.”
“Eroding solidarity paradoxically makes a society more susceptible to the construction of substitute collectives and fascisms of all kinds.”
“Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face – for me that would be deserving of an award.”


This Date in Art History: Born 20 October 1909, Died 20 October 1993 – Yasushi Sugiyama, a Japanese painter.

Below – “Water”; “Gracefulness”; “Dancing”; “Crystal Clear”; “Brilliance”; “Fuji.”


A Poem for Today

“Telling Time”
by Jo McDougall

My son and I walk away
from his sister’s day-old grave.
Our backs to the sun,
the forward pitch of our shadows
tells us the time.
By sweetest accident
he inclines
his shadow,
touching mine.


Contemporary American Art – Kristin Moore

Below – “Lost Horse Saloon (Marfa)”; “Circus Liquor (North Hollywood)”; “Highway 90”; “Over California”; “Desert Moon (Marfa)”; “LA Cityscape (Purple).”

A Poem for Today

“The Promise”
by Jane Hirshfield

Stay, I said
to the cut flowers.
They bowed
their heads lower.

Stay, I said to the spider,
who fled.

Stay, leaf.
It reddened,
embarrassed for me and itself.

Stay, I said to my body.
It sat as a dog does,
obedient for a moment,
soon starting to tremble.

Stay, to the earth
of riverine valley meadows,
of fossiled escarpments,
of limestone and sandstone.
It looked back
with a changing expression, in silence.

Stay, I said to my loves.
Each answered,
‘Always.’

Below – Sheila Javid: “Thinking of You”

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