Wandering in Woodacre – 2 May 2021

Contemporary French Art – Benjamin Gaboury

Below – “Fear of the Dark”; “Nocturne #1”; “Lake Mungo”; “Vertigo”; “Blue Ridge Parkway”; “Montrose Avenue.”

A Poem for Today

“Eating Alone”
by Li-Young Lee

I’ve pulled the last of the year’s young onions.
The garden is bare now. The ground is cold,
brown and old. What is left of the day flames
in the maples at the corner of my
eye. I turn, a cardinal vanishes.
By the cellar door, I wash the onions,
then drink from the icy metal spigot.

Once, years back, I walked beside my father
among the windfall pears. I can’t recall
our words. We may have strolled in silence. But
I still see him bend that way—left hand braced
on knee, creaky—to lift and  hold to my
eye a rotten pear. In it, a hornet
spun crazily, glazed in slow, glistening juice.

It was my father I saw this morning
waving to me from the trees. I almost
called to him, until I came close enough
to see the shovel, leaning where I had
left it, in the flickering, deep green shade.

White rice steaming, almost done. Sweet green peas
fried in onions. Shrimp braised in sesame
oil and garlic. And my own loneliness.
What more could I, a young man, want.

Below – John-henry Bartlett: “Ghost in the Fog” (photograph)

Contemporary Argentinean Art – Marco Ortolan

Below – “The girl and the sun”;“Still the water”; “Ethereal”; “She and the sea”; “Dreams”; “Wheat Fields.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 2 May 1859 – Jerome K. Jerome, and English writer, humorist, and author of the comic travelogue “Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog).”

Some quotes from the work of Jerome K. Jerome:

“Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need – a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.”
“It is always the best policy to speak the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.”
“What I am looking for is a blessing not in disguise.”
“Opportunities flit by while we sit regretting the chances we have lost, and the happiness that comes to us we heed not, because of the happiness that is gone.”
“I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.”
“Life is a thing to be lived, not spent; to be faced, not ordered. Life is not a game of chess, the victory to the most knowing; it is a game of cards, one’s hand by skill to be made the best of.”
“I don’t understand German myself. I learned it at school, but forgot every word of it two years after I had left, and have felt much better ever since.”
“How good one feels when one is full — how satisfied with ourselves and with the world! People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained.”
“Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it.”

Contemporary Polish Art – Zhanna Kondratenko: Part I of II.

Below – “Lily Pond. Solstice”; “Before Magic Comes”; “Blossoming. In the arms of Morpheus”; “Going Home”; “Can’t Sleep”; “Full Moon.”

A Poem for Today

“The Outlet”
by Emily Dickinson

My river runs to thee;
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I’ll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks,—
Say, sea, take me!

Below – Tetiama Cherevan: “If the river wants to become a sea, it must risk its life”

Contemporary Polish Art – Zhanna Kondratenko: Part II of II.

Below – “Rosarium”; “Physalis”; “Muscari”; “Velvet”; “Sun Traces”; “Approaching.”

A Poem for Today

“Death Comes To Me Again, A Girl”
by Dorianne Laux

Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.

Jeff Godfrey: “Cherry Blossom Girl”

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