This Date in Art History: Born 24 January 1872 – Konstantine Bogaevsky, a Russian painter.
Below – “Ships. Evening Sun”; “Tropical Landscape”; “Cloud”; “Rainbow”; “Italian Landscape”; “Port of an Imaginable City.”
A Poem for Today
by Mitsuo Basho
Even that old horse
is something to see this
Below – Lu Anne Tyrrell: “Solo Horse” (photograph)
Contemporary South Korean Art – Barerum Kim
Below – “Spring waltz”; “pond”; “flower #54”; “flower #45”; “flower #58.”
A Poem for Today
“The cat’s song”
by Marge Piercy
Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness.
My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says
the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing
milk from his mother’s forgotten breasts.
Let us walk in the woods, says the cat.
I’ll teach you to read the tabloid of scents,
to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt.
Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat.
You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends,
says the cat, although I am more equal than you.
Can you leap twenty times the height of your body?
Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs?
Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch.
My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard.
My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the mornings
walking round and round your bed and into your face.
Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word
of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.
Below – Kazuaki Maitani: “What a cat staring at the moon imagines?”
Contemporary British Art – Phil Bower
Below – “Pond Girl”; “Motel Pool”; “Sunbathing shadows”; “Dreamy Beach”; “Mid Century style”; “Winter Green Trees.”
by David Baker
Up the dog bounds to the window, baying
like a basset his doleful, tearing sounds
from the belly, as if mourning a dead king,
and now he’s howling like a beagle – yips, brays,
gagging growls – and scratching the sill paintless,
that’s how much he’s missed you, the two of you,
both of you, mother and daughter, my wife
and child. All week he’s curled at my feet,
warming himself and me watching more TV,
or wandered the lonely rooms, my dog shadow,
who like a poodle now hops, amped-up windup
maniac yo-yo with matted curls and snot nose
smearing the panes, having heard another car
like yours taking its grinding turn down
our block, or a school bus, or bird-squawk,
that’s how much he’s missed you, good dog,
companion dog, dog-of-all-types, most excellent dog
I told you once and for all we should never get.
Below – Kaeko Nakagawa: “This is Mali (mongrel)”
Below – “As The Storm Blows Over”; “Halfway Moment”; “The Best Part of Me is You”; “The Regatta Day”; “Winter Heaven”; “Being Me”; “Alice @ Wonderland.”
by Diane Glancy
There’s a farm auction up the road.
Wind has its bid in for the leaves.
Already bugs flurry the headlights
between cornfields at night.
If this world were permanent,
I could dance full as the squaw dress
on the clothesline.
I would not see winter
in the square of white yard-light on the wall.
But something tugs at me.
The world is at a loss and I am part of it
Everything is up for grabs
like a box of farm tools broken open.
I hear the spirits often in the garden
and along the shore of corn.
I know this place is not mine.
I hear them up the road again.
This world is a horizon, an open sea.
Behind the house, the white iceberg of the barn.
Below – Mary Chamberlain: “White Barn”