Contemporary British Art – Marcel Garbi
Below – “Greek Tragedy”; “Mystery Theatre”; “Songs and fragrances”; “And yet in the midst of such pressures, you can extract diamonds”; “Celestial Lilies”; “This too shall pass.”
“I Have Not Had One Word From Her”
I have not had one word from her
Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to
me, “This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.”
I said, “Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love
If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared
all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck
myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them
while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song …”
Below – Vladimir Zunuzin: “Sappho and Phaon”
Contemporary French Art – Bea Jones: Part I of II.
Below – “Mackerel Skies”; “And who will be the May Queen?”; “A Sudden Gust?”; “Diggers and Dreamers version two”; “At what cost…..”; “The Web.”
“I Only Am Escaped Alone to Tell Thee”
by Howard Nemerov
I tell you that I see her still
At the dark entrance of the hall.
One gas lamp burning near her shoulder
Shone also from her other side
Where hung the long inaccurate glass
Whose pictures were as troubled water.
An immense shadow had its hand
Between us on the floor, and seemed
To hump the knuckles nervously,
A giant crab readying to walk,
Or a blanket moving in its sleep.
You will remember, with a smile
Instructed by movies to reminisce,
How strict her corsets must have been,
How the huge arrangements of her hair
Would certainly betray the least
Impassionate displacement there.
It was no rig for dallying,
And maybe only marriage could
Derange that queenly scaffolding—
As when a great ship, coming home,
Coasts in the harbor, dropping sail
And loosing all the tackle that had laced
Her in the long lanes ….
We need not draw this figure out.
But all that whalebone came from whales.
And all the whales lived in the sea,
In calm beneath the troubled glass,
Until the needle drew their blood.
I see her standing in the hall,
Where the mirror’s lashed to blood and foam,
And the black flukes of agony
Beat at the air till the light blows out.
Below – Lovis Corinth: “In a Corset”
Contemporary French Art – Bea Jones: Part II of II.
Below – “Queen Anne’s Lace”; “May Day”; “Full Moon Connection”; “The stones beneath the sea”; “Maypole Dance”; “Your Kids/Our Kids/Your Kids.”
by Mary Oliver
I implore you,
it’s time to come back
from the dark,
the hills are pink
and the roses
whatever they felt
in the valley of night
are opening now
their soft dresses,
Why are you laggard?
Sure you have seen this
a thousand times,
which isn’t half enough.
Let the world
have its way with you,
luminous as it is
graced as it is
with the ordinary.
Below – David Snider: “Ode to Summer”