This Date in Art History: Died 13 December 1922 – Arthur Wesley Dow, an American painter and photographer.
Below – “Crater Lake”; “View of Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada”; “The Long Road – Argilla Road, Ipswich”; “Boats at Rest”; “Willows and the Moon”; “The Clam House” (woodblock print).
This Date in Literary History: Born 13 December 1911 – Kenneth Patchen, an award-winning American poet and novelist.
“Fall of the Evening Star”
by Kenneth Patchen
Speak softly; sun going down
Out of sight. Come near me now.
Dear dying fall of wings as birds
complain against the gathering dark…
Exaggerate the green blood in grass;
the music of leaves scraping space;
Multiply the stillness by one sound;
by one syllable of your name…
And all that is little is soon giant,
all that is rare grows in common beauty
To rest with my mouth on your mouth
as somewhere a star falls
And the earth takes it softly, in natural love…
Exactly as we take each other…
and go to sleep…
Below – Yigit Dundar: “Lovers”
Below- “Above the Gravel Pit”; “Odds and Ends”; “Scorned as Timber”; “Red Cedar”; “Big Raven”; “Blue Sky.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 13 December 1927 – James Wright, an American poet and recipient of the Pulitzer Prize.
by James Wright
The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
There they are, the moon’s young, trying
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
Below – From the Irish Image Collection: “Wheat Field At Night Under Moon” (photograph)
Below -“Lamayuru, Ladakh”; “Snow Maiden”; “Kangchenjunga”; “Krishna (Spring in Kulu)”; “Lahaul”; “Star of the Hero.”
A Poem for Today
“The One Certain Thing”
by Peter Cooley
A day will come I’ll watch you reading this.
I’ll look up from these words I’m writing now—
this line I’m standing on, I’ll be right here,
alive again. I’ll breathe on you this breath.
Touch this word now, that one. Warm, isn’t it?
You are the person come to clean my room;
you are whichever of my three children
opens the drawer here where this poem will go
in a few minutes when I’ve had my say.
These are the words from immortality.
No one stands between us now except Death:
I enter it entirely writing this.
I have to tell you I am not alone.
Watching you read, Eternity’s with me.
We like to watch you read. Read us again.
Below – Karoline Kroiß: “Girl reading a letter”
Contemporary American Art – Jung S Kim
Below – “CIRCLE II #3”; A fox aged almost a thousand years old that was eager to be a human being but never could be”; “CIRCLE II #12: A man who is performing Taoist magic”; “CIRCLE II #14; A spirit of a mountain”; “CIRCLE II #15: A boy who saved his fiancé from a corrupt politician”; “CIRCLE II #17; A girl who was murdered by her stepmother”; “CIRCLE II #5: A stepmother.”
“The World as It Is”
by Carolyn Miller
No ladders, no descending angels, no voice
out of the whirlwind, no rending
of the veil, or chariot in the sky—only
water rising and falling in breathing springs
and seeping up through limestone, aquifers filling
and flowing over, russet stands of prairie grass
and dark pupils of black-eyed Susans. Only
the fixed and wandering stars: Orion rising sideways,
Jupiter traversing the southwest like a great firefly,
Venus trembling and faceted in the west—and the moon,
appearing suddenly over your shoulder, brimming
and ovoid, ripe with light, lifting slowly, deliberately,
wobbling slightly, while far below, the faithful sea
rises up and follows.
Below -Oliver Pojzman:”Moon Over Ocean”