Wandering in Woodacre – 28 April 2021

This Date in Art History: Born 28 April 1926 – James Bama, an American artist known for his paintings of Western subjects.

Below – “Richard Smith – ‘Flaming Rainbow’; Part Arapahoe, Part Sioux Indian”; “Jack Brown, Cody WY”; “Old Corral in Winter”; “Trout Creek Ranch”; “An Arapahoe Woman, Wind River Reservation, Wyoming”; “Shoshone lithograph.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 28 April 2000 – Penelope Fitzgerald, an award-winning English novelist, poet, essayist, and biographer.

“The Kitchen Drawer Poem”
by Penelope Fitzgerald

1. The nutcracker, the skewer, the knife,
are doomed to share this drawer for life.

2. You cannot pierce, the skewer says,
or cause the pain of in one place.

3. You cannot grind, you do not know,
says nutcracker, the pain of slow.

4. You don’t know what it is to slice,
to both of them the knife replies,

5. with pain so fine it is not pain
to part what cannot join again.

6. The skewer, nutcracker, and knife
are well adapted to their life

7. They calculate efficiency
by what the others cannot be

8. and power by the pain they cause
and that is life in kitchen drawers.

Below – Nikki Gardiner: “Kitchen Drawer Collage” (photograph)

Contemporary Ukrainian Art – Olha Stas

Below – “SunFlowers”; “Piranha”; “Burlap grow up”; “Tenderness”; “Terazzo”; “Still life with a yellow bottle.”


This Date in LiteraryHistory: Born 28 April 1896 – Na Hye-sok, a Korean poet, journalist, and painter.

“No Need to Savor Youth”
by Na Hye-sok
translated by Tanya Ko Hong

Her flesh is soft, soft
her skin radiant
her hair silky black
her eyes sparkling, sparkling
her ears astute
her words alive
her frame lean
her manner impulsive
like a sparrow
like a swallow
like a parrot
like a peacock

With age
her wrinkles show
her skin darkens
her hair grays
her hearing fades
her eyes dim
her speech slows
her body slouches
her gait stalls
like a giraffe
like a bear
like a buffalo

Gone are the many days
promised by youth
As old age comes
death is near

How do I not savor youth?
If youth was of the future,
But, youth is of the past
So, no use in what is lost
I was dreamy
fickle
brief

With age, I am
calmer
deeper
strong and patient

Let the reckless past be wasted
Well spent years forgotten
No need to savor youth
Let me welcome what comes with age.

Below – Na Hye-sok: “Seoho Lake in Suwon”

Contemporary Canadian Art – Gordon Sellen

Below – “Come Up To The House”; “Three Sisters #2”; “First Snow”; “On the Delta”; “Kolapore #3”; “Windswept.”

A Poem for Today

“The Wild Swans at Coole”
by William Butler Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

Below – Joanna Galecka: “The wild swans”

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