Art for Today: Maynard Dixon (1875 – 1946) was an American painter whose body of work focused on the American West. In the words of Montana-based American writer Thomas McGuane,“To me, no painter has ever quite understood the light, the distances, the aboriginal ghostliness of the American West as well as Maynard Dixon. The great mood of his work is solitude, the effect of land and space on people. While his work stands perfectly well on its claims to beauty, it offers a spiritual view of the West indispensable to anyone who would understand it.”
Below- “Deserted Steep Ridge”; “Winter Landscape”; “Wild Horses”; “Home of the Blackfeet”; “Desert Journey”; “Ranch Windmill, Carson City, Nevada.”
A Poem for Today
by Jan Mordenski
Even after darkness closed her eyes
my mother could crochet.
Her hands would walk the rows of wool
turning, bending, to a woolen music.
The dye lots were registered in memory:
appleskin, chocolate, porcelain pan,
the stitches remembered like faded rhymes:
pineapple, sunflower, window pane, shell.
Tied to our lives those past years
by merely a soft colored yarn,
she’d sit for hours, her dark lips
moving as if reciting prayers,
coaching the sighted hands.
Below – “Winter is coming”; “Grazing cows”; “No wind today”; “Before the rain”; “After the rain”; “Tumbling clouds.”
A Poem for Today
by Kobayashi Issa
This world is dew –
A world of dew it is indeed.
And yet, and yet…
Below – Byron Jorjorian: “Dew Drops On Grass” (photograph)
Below – “New hive”; “The first days of November”; “Flowers. Drawn by the sun”; “October”; “Summer evening”; “On the porch.”
by Donal Hefferman
Your village sleeps near the Missouri River
With your cousin Winnebago, both children of Lakotaland.
You kept your town at two stories, as flat as the surrounding prairie.
You taught the Iliad and Odyssey in honor of your namesake poet.
Your spirit outlasted the bleached fields of the Depression, and
Bravely swam against the raging Omaha Creek floods.
On warm, wet spring Saturday nights,
You provided dark places for your young
To launch your next generation
In pickups, unlighted.
Note: Donal Hefferman is from Homer, Nebraska.
Below – Homer, Nebraska.
Contemporary British Art – Phil Tyler
Below – “Ensemble v”; “Configuration x”; “Ensemble Xiv”; “Ensemble xix”; “Ensemble xv”; “Bittersweet.”
From “The Cold Mountain Poems”
by Han Shan
translated by Gary Snyder
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide creek, the mist blurred grass.
The moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain
The pine sings, but there’s no wind.
Who can leap the word’s ties
And sit with me among the white clouds?