Wandering in Woodacre – 14 May 2021

Contemporary British Art – Benjamin Stephenson

Below – “Night-stalker”; “Midnight Garden”; “Monsoon”; “A Big Wave”; “The Birth of Tragedy”; “Token.”

A Poem for Today

“The Starry Night”
by Anne Sexton

The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.
It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:
into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.

Below – Cleanne Marie Nano: “Dreaming under a starry night”


Contemporary British Art – Henry Glover

Below – “By the window”; “Blue Night”; “Burnt Sky”; “Adorn”; “Soft”; “Her Neck.”

A Poem for Today

“How It Is”
by Maxine Kumin

Shall I say how it is in your clothes?
A month after your death I wear your blue jacket.
The dog at the center of my life recognizes
you’ve come to visit, he’s ecstatic.
In the left pocket, a hole.
In the right, a parking ticket
delivered up last August on Bay State Road.
In my heart, a scatter like milkweed,
a flinging from the pods of the soul.
My skin presses your old outline.
It is hot and dry inside.

I think of the last day of your life,
old friend, how I would unwind it, paste
it together in a different collage,
back from the death car idling in the garage,
back up the stairs, your praying hands unlaced,
reassembling the bits of bread and tuna fish
into a ceremony of sandwich,
running the home movie backward to a space
we could be easy in, a kitchen place
with vodka and ice, our words like living meat.

Dear friend, you have excited crowds
with your example. They swell
like wine bags, straining at your seams.
I will be years gathering up our words,
fishing out letters, snapshots, stains,
leaning my ribs against this durable cloth
to put on the dumb blue blazer of your death.

Below – Monica Callaghan: “Dust”

Contemporary American Art – Cat de M

Below – “Blue Mighty Saguaro”; “The Roof is On Fire”; “The Hirshhorn Under the Stars”; “Kazan Under the Stars”; “Chicago Under the Stars.”

A Poem for Today

“I Am Learning To Abandon The World”
by Linda Pastan

I am learning to abandon the world
before it can abandon me.
Already I have given up the moon
and snow, closing my shades
against the claims of white.
And the world has taken
my father, my friends.
I have given up melodic lines of hills,
moving to a flat, tuneless landscape.
And every night I give my body up
limb by limb, working upwards
across bone, towards the heart.
But morning comes with small
reprieves of coffee and birdsong.
A tree outside the window
which was simply shadow moments ago
takes back its branches twig
by leafy twig.
And as I take my body back
the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap
as if to make amends.

Below – Serhiy Savchenko: “Near the window”


Contemporary British Art – Sean Winn

Below – “Governed”; “Left Behind”; “You missed my heart”; “Let me know when the stars align…”; “Can’t Sleep Without You”; “Do you even love me?”; “Last night I thought about drowning.”


A Poem for Today

“Foraging For Wood On The Mountain”
by Jack Gilbert

The wild up here is not creatures, wooded,
tangled wild. It is absence wild.
Barren, empty, stone wild. Worn-away wild.
Only the smell of weeds and hot air.
But a place where differences are clear.
Between the mind’s severity and its harshness.
Between honesty and the failure of belief.
A man said no person is educated who knows
only one language, for he cannot distinguish
between his thought and the English version.
Up here he is translated to a place where it is
possible to discriminate between age and sorrow.

Below – Grażyna Smalej: “Looking from the top on the top”

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