Wandering in Woodacre – 3 May 2021

Contemporary British Art – Clair Brewster

Below – “Don’t Forget Us”; “In The Deep”; “It’s All A Mystery To Me”; “It’s time to get out of here”; “Oh Yeah!”; “London Lovers.”

A Poem for Today

“Keeping It Simple”
by Mary Ruefle

I take the bird on the woodpile,
separate it from its function, feather
by feather. I blow up its scale.
I make a whole life out of it:
everywhere I am, its sense of loitering
lights on my shoulder.

Below – Martin Stranka: “Holes In The Sky” (photograph)

Contemporary Danish Art – Lykke Steenbach Josephson

Below – “Wisdom”; “Pilgrim of the Heart”; “Butterfly girl”; “Wolf Heart”; “Night Wings”; “Tiger.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 3 May 1912 – May Sarton, an American poet, novelist, memoirist, and author of “Journal of a Solitude.”

Some quotes from the work of May Sarton:

“In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing–the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.”
“A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.”
“The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.”
“Routine is not a prison, but the way to freedom from time.”
“I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep…. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.”
“Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places.”

Contemporary German Art – Igor Zhuk

Below – “The three sparrows”; “Sapphire”; “Amabile”; “The dog and the sea”; “The garden house”; “Largo.”

A Poem for Today

“Burning The Small Dead”
by Gary Snyder

Burning the small dead
broke from beneath
thick spreading
whitebark pine.
a hundred summers
snowmelt        rock        and air
hiss in a twisted bough.
sierra granite;
Mt. Ritter—
black rock twice as old.
Deneb, Altair
windy fire

Below – Gareth Kemp: “The Clearing”

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