Wandering in Woodacre – 25 January 2021

Contemporary Spanish Art – Cristina Canamero

Below – “Lightness II”; “Sad girl”; “Into Matisse”;“Why do we like Matisse?”; “Winter’s tale”; “Recogimiento.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 25 January 1882 – Virginia Woolf, an English novelist, essayist, short story writer, critic, and author of “Mrs. Dalloway” and “To the Lighthouse.”

Some quotes from the work of Virginia Woolf:

“A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.”
“Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.”
“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”
“But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world — a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.”
“If people are highly successful in their professions they lose their sense. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures. Sound goes. They have no time to listen to music. Speech goes. They have no time for conversation. Humanity goes. Money making becomes so important that they must work by night as well as by day. Health goes. And so competitive do they become that they will not share their work with others though they have more themselves. What then remains of a human being who has lost sight, sound, and sense of proportion? Only a cripple in a cave.”
“A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.”
“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”
“Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle – for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.”

Contemporary American Art – Marie Lavalee

Below – “The Messenger”; “The School of Life”; “Blue Velvet”; “Road Running Panache”; “Blue Reflections”; “Holding On By a Thread.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 25 January 1885 – Kitahara Hakushi (pen name of Kitahara Ryukichi), a Japanese poet.

Tanka
by Kitahara Hakushu

The drop of milk
Which had fallen
On the light red polish
Of her nails
Made me yearn for the past

Contemporary American Art – Maria Morales

Below -“Twilight with Broken Trees”; “Distant Attractions”; “Magnolia”; “Evening Glow”; “Red”; “At Rest”; “Enchanting.”


A Poem for Today

“Helping My Daughter Move into Her First Apartment”
by Sue Ellen Thompson

This is all I am to her now:
a pair of legs in running shoes,

two arms strung with braided wire.
She heaves a carton sagging with CDs

at me and I accept it gladly, lifting
with my legs, not bending over,

raising each foot high enough
to clear the step. Fortunate to be

of any use to her at all,
I wrestle, stooped and single-handed,

with her mattress in the stairwell,
saying nothing as it pins me,

sweating, to the wall. Vacuum cleaner,
spiny cactus, five-pound sacks

of rice and lentils slumped
against my heart: up one flight

of stairs and then another,
down again with nothing in my arms.

Below – Woman walking down apartment stairs (photograph).

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