Wandering in Woodacre – 30 March 2021

This Dare in Art History: Born 30 March 1853 – Vincent van Gogh, a Dutch painter.

Below – “The Starry Night”; “Wheatfield with Crows”; “Bedroom in Arles”; “Starry Night Over the Rhone”; “The Red Vineyard”; “Sunflowers.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 30 March 1970 – Tobias Hill, an award-winning English poet, essayist, short story writer, and novelist.

“Drunk Autumn Midnight Below Victoria Embankment”
by Tobias Hill

And the sky wet as a loose tarpaulin.
I’m walking but not home.

I’m taking the air. It tastes
sweet, like rust. The tide is out

and the mud is thick as meat
over the inner city’s chalk.

Here are the broken fingerbones
of clay pipes. Traffic cones. The imprint

of my own feet, walking back.
Here is a seed stained black.

Live as a fist, but all I want
is somewhere to sit down a minute,

tomorrow’s newspaper (the pages
hot with fish and vinegar)

and the watermark of London sky
green as old money all over the river.

Below – Andrew Hird: “Victoria Embankment, winter”

This Date in Art History: Died 30 March 1966 – Maxfield Parrish, an American painter and illustrator.

Below – “The Lantern Bearers”; “Daybreak”; “Ecstasy”; “The Dinky Bird”; “The Mill Pond”; “Village School House.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 30 March 2005 – Robert Creeley, an award-winning American poet.

“The Rain”
by Robert Creeley

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent–
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.

Below -Serguei Borodouline: “Dusk Rain”

Contemporary Czech Art – Ivana Vostrakova

Below (photographs) – “Sky full of stars”; “Own way”; “Hope”; “Parting”; “Sunset lover”; “Fullmoon.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 30 March 1986 – John Ciardi, an award-winning American poet.

“The Catalpa”
by John Ciardi

The catalpa’s white week is ending there
in its corner of my yard. It has its arms full
of its own flowering now, but the least air
spills off a petal and a breeze lets fall
whole coronations. There is not much more
of what this is. Is every gladness quick?
That tree’s a nuisance, really. Long before
the summer’s out, its beans, long as a stick,
will start to shed. And every year one limb
cracks without falling off and hangs there dead
till I get up and risk my neck to trim
what it knows how to lose but not to shed.
I keep it only for this one white pass.
The end of June’s its garden; July, its Fall;
all else, the world remembering what it was
in the seven days of its visible miracle.

What should I keep if averages were all?

Below – Holly Winters: “Catalpa Tree Blossoms” (photograph)

Contemporary Polish Art – Julita Malinowska

Below – “Girls and a wave”; “Friends”; “Venus with a smartphone II”; “Solitude II”; “Girls just wanna have fun III”; “Fulfilled II.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 30 March 2013 – Daniel Hoffman, an award-winning American poet.

by Daniel Hoffman

I am yours as the summer air at evening is
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,

As the snowcap gleams with light
Lent it by the brimming moon.

Without you I’d be an unleafed tree
Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.

Your love is the weather of my being.
What is an island without the sea?

Below – Anastasia Grace: “Island”

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