This Date in Art History: Died 5 June 1930 – Jules Pascin, a Bulgarian painter.
Below – “Portrait of Mimi Laurent”; “Deux Danseuses du Chatelet”; “Les Femmes au parc”; “Jeune femme”; “Portrait of Lucy Krohg”; “Genevieve with a Garland of Flowers.”
Some quotes from the work of O. Henry:
“The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate. ”
“He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.”
“Pull up the shades so I can see New York. I don’t want to go home in the dark.”
“There are stories in everything. I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lampposts, and newspaper stands.”
“Life is full of sniffles sobs and smiles. With sniffles predominating.”
Contemporary Slovakian Art – Sylvia Fuzik
Below – “This is quite enough #5”; “Trust in Opacity”; “First and Second Light”; “Horizon with Faded Clouds”; “Troubled Sky I”; “I came to far to see the end now.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 5 June 2012 – Ray Bradbury, an award-winning American novelist, short story writer, screenwriter, and author of “Fahrenheit 451.”
Some quotes from the work of Ray Bradbury:
“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”
“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.”
“Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
“With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word ‘intellectual,’ of course, became the swear word it deserved to be.”
“If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go in business because we’d be cynical: ‘It’s gonna go wrong.’ Or ‘She’s going to hurt me.’ Or,’I’ve had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore . . .’ Well, that’s nonsense. You’re going to miss life. You’ve got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.”
“There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.”
“I don’t believe in colleges and universities. I believe in libraries because most students don’t have any money. When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money. I couldn’t go to college, so I went to the library three days a week for 10 years.”
“We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.”
Below – “Lacomplexite”; “Composition Musicale II”; “Konexioa”; “Reciproco”; “Un moment decontracte”; “The black swan.”
Some quotes from the work of Spalding Gray:
“I knew I couldn’t live in America and I wasn’t ready to move to Europe so I moved to an island off the coast of America – New York City .”
“Psychoanalysis is the transformation of hysterical misery into common unhappiness.”
“One of the ways to reincarnate is to tell your story.
“How therapeutic it is to surround yourself with people stranger than yourself.”
“Real life has always let me down. That’s why I do the monologues. I have always said I would rather tell a life than live a life. But I have to live a life in order to tell one.”
“I refer to jet lag as ‘jet-psychosis’ – there’s an old saying that the spirit cannot move faster than a camel.”
“He won’t fly on the Balinese airline, Garuda, because he won’t fly on any airline where the pilots believe in reincarnation.”
“When I was in therapy about two years ago, one day I noticed that I hadn’t had any children. And I like children at a distance. I wondered if I’d like them up close. I wondered why I didn’t have any. I wondered if it was a mistake, or if I’d done it on purpose, or what. And I noticed my therapist didn’t have any children either. He had pictures of his cats on the wall. Framed.”
Below – “complexity”; “breaking the patterns”; “in the forest”; “embrace the outsider”; “deep look”; “Inner growth.”
Some quotes from the work of Margaret Drabble:
“Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.”
“There would be more genuine rejoicing at the discovery of a complete new novel by Jane Austen than any other literary discovery, short of a new major play by Shakespeare.”
“I don’t see how you can go too far, in the right direction”
“I’d rather be at the end of a dying tradition, which I admire, than at the beginning of a tradition which I deplore.”
“Happiness is for those who can live in a warm climate.”
“Auntie Phyl’s last months in the care home were extra pieces. Age is unnecessary. Some of us, like my mother, are fortunate enough to die swiftly and suddenly, in full possession of our faculties and our fate, but more and more of us will be condemned to linger, at the mercy of anxious or indifferent relatives, careless strangers, unwanted medical interventions, increasing debility, incontinence, memory loss. We live too long, but, like the sibyl hanging in her basket in the cave at Cumae, we find it hard to die.”
“Because if one has an image, however dim and romantic, of a journey’s end, one may, in the end, surely reach it, after no matter how many detours and deceptions and abandonings of hope. And hope could never have been entirely abandoned, even in the worst days.”
“I actually remember feeling delight, at two o’clock in the morning, when the baby woke for his feed, because I so longed to have another look at him.”
Contemporary Hungarian Art – Szabolcs Szolnoki
Below – “White Cat From The Past”; “Cold hands”; “Room”; “Red Sofa”; “Another Afternoon”; “Voyeur.”
A Poem for Today
by Barbara Schmitz
It comes in deepest dark, riding
a nightmare. You wake yelping,
you think from your fear, but discover
this distress is caused by pain.
The migraine descends, an unwished-
for gift, like a not-very-pleasant
prediction from a fortune-telling gypsy.
Pleading for it to depart never works.
Better to invoke blessing, welcome
the unbidden guest—it’ll get worse
before it gets better. Then finally,
as Emily was wise enough to foresee,
“After great pain, a formal feeling comes.”
When relief blossoms so sweet, so
unassuming, you wonder why
the rest of humanity isn’t spinning
in ecstasy for the opportunity to
feel like this. Just ordinary.
Below – Donald McPartland: “Migraine”
Contemporary American Art – Ruth Franklin
Below – “LA”; “Silk Road”; “Kent”; “Suffragettes”; “Working Girls”; “Lake of Fire.”
A Poem for Today
“Everywhere a River”
by Emily Randall
I do remember darkness, how it snaked
through the alders, their ashen flanks
in our high-beams the color of stone.
That hollow slap as floodwater hit
the sides of the car. Was the radio on?
Had I been asleep?
Sometimes you have to tell a story
your entire life to get it right.
Twenty-two and terrified, I had married you
but barely knew you. And for forty years
I’ve told this story wrong. In my memory
you drove right through it, the river
already rising on the road behind us,
no turning around.
But since your illness I recall it
differently. Now that I know it’s possible
to lose you, I’m finally remembering
it right. That night,
you threw that car in reverse,
and gunned it. You found us
another way home.
Below – Joy Parks Coats: “Patterns of Reflections”