Wandering in Woodacre – 15 July 2021

Contemporary French Art – Anthony Parks

Below – “Jasmine No. I”; “Trees in Snow”; “Autumn is an explosion of colors”; “Cedar One”; “Poppies three”; “Platane.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 15 July 1871 – Kunikida Doppo, a Japanese novelist, poet, short story writer, and author of “River Mist and Other Stories.”

Some quotes from “River Mist and Other Stories”:

“Not all the leaves have fallen yet. When I look at the distant mountains, my heart is filled with yearning and longs to vanish into them.”
“The hill, the river and the moon looked as they always had done, but he knew that some of his friends of earlier days must now lie in this graveyard where he was sitting. He felt that the river of his life had almost run its course to the sea and only a semi-transparent membrane separated him from his dear friends.”
“I went for a moonlit stroll. Palls of blue smoke crept over the earth and in the moonlight was shattered against the trees.”
“I can never thank my parents enough for giving me the oppor­tunity to grow up in the country. If I had gone with my parents to somewhere like Tokyo when I was seven years old, I should be a completely different person. I believe that … my heart would not have been capable of receiving and understanding the noble sentiments of poetry. As it was, I spent seven of the happiest years in my life roaming around the fields and hills near my home.”
“It would be nothing short of folly to trace your way home by the same path along which you came…and there is much to be gained from heading in your homeward direction by a totally new path.”

Contemporary Argentinian Art – Maria Jose Persano

Below – “Repetition N.3”; “Thinking of colors a butterfly arrives”; “Stars in the river”; “Dream with dog”; “Magic night”; “The lake.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 15 July 1947 – Lydia Davis, an award-winning American short story writer, novelist, essayist, and author of “The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis.”

Some quotes from the work of Lydia Davis:

“Nearly every morning, a certain woman in our community comes running out of her house with her face white and her overcoat flapping wildly. She cries out, “Emergency, emergency,” and one of us runs to her and holds her until her fears are calmed. We know she is making it up; nothing is has really happened to her. But we understand, because there is hardly one of us who has no been moved at some time to do just what she has done, and every time, it has taken all our strength, and even the strength of our friends and families, too, to keep us quiet.”
“I had had a feeling of freedom because of the sudden change in my life. By comparison to what had come before, I felt immensely free. But then, once I became used to that freedom, even small tasks became more difficult. I placed constraints on myself, and filled the hours of the day. Or perhaps it was even more complicated than that. Sometimes I did exactly what I wanted to do all day—I lay on the sofa and read a book, or I typed up an old diary—and then the most terrifying sort of despair would descend on me: the very freedom I was enjoying seemed to say that what I did in my day was arbitrary, and that therefore my whole life and how I spent it was arbitrary.”
“I can talk for a long time only when it’s about something boring.”
“Read the best writers from all different periods; keep your reading of contemporaries in proportion – you do not want a steady diet of contemporary literature. You already belong to your time.”
“I am happy the leaves are growing large so quickly. Soon they will hide the neighbor and her screaming child.”
“Like a tropical storm, I, too, may one day become ‘better organized.’”

Contemporary Russian Art – Roman Pankov

Below – “The dreams”; “Philadelphus”; “The black earring”; “Alienation”; “Wind in your hair”; “Hearkening the music.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 15 July 1949 – Richard Russo, an American novelist, short story writer, screenwriter, author of “Empire Falls,” and recipient of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.

Some quotes from the work of Richard Russo:

“And there comes a time in your life when you realize that if you don’t take the opportunity to be happy, you may never get another chance again.”
“After all, what was the whole wide world but a place for people to yearn for their heart’s impossible desires, for those desires to become entrenched in defiance of logic, plausibility, and even the passage of time, as eternal as polished marble.”
“Not giving a shit, she decided, is like the defrost option on a car’s heater that miraculously unfogs the windshield, allowing you to see where you’re headed.”
“Which is why we have spouses and children and parents and colleagues and friends, because someone has to know us better than we know ourselves. We need them to tell us. We need them to say, ‘I know you, Al. You are not the kind of man who.’”
“I’ll tell you one thing, though. It’s a terrible thing to be a disappointment to a good woman.”
“What I discovered I liked best about striking out on my bicycle was that the farther I got from home, the more interesting and unusual my thoughts became.”
“Have you ever noticed that when people use the expression ‘I have to say’, what follows usually needn’t be said?”
“Truth be told, I’m not an easy man. I can be an entertaining one, though it’s been my experience that most people don’t want to be entertained. They want to be comforted. And, of course, my idea of entertaining might not be yours. I’m in complete agreement with all those people who say, regarding movies, ‘I just want to be entertained.’ This populist position is much derided by my academic colleagues as simpleminded and unsophisticated, evidence of questionable analytical and critical acuity. But I agree with the premise, and I too just want to be entertained. That I am almost never entertained by what entertains other people who just want to be entertained doesn’t make us philosophically incompatible. It just means that we shouldn’t go to movies together.”
“One of the odd things about middle age, he concluded, was the strange decisions a man discovers he’s made by not really making them, like allowing friends to drift away through simple neglect.”
“The world is divided between kids who grow up wanting to be their parents and those like us, who grow up wanting to be anything but. Neither group ever succeeds.”
“The line of gray along the horizon is brighter now, and with the coming light I feel a certainty: that there is, despite our wild imaginings, only one life. The ghostly others, no matter how real they seem, no matter how badly we need them, are phantoms. The one life we’re left with is sufficient to fill and refill our imperfect hearts with joy, and then to shatter them. And it never, ever lets up.”

Contemporary Australian Art – Trisha Lambi

Below – “After The Storm”; “Murder Interrupted”; “And They Danced By The Light Of The Moon”; “Sunshine Dreaming”; “Into The Darkness”; “One For Sorrow”; “Dreams Grow Wild.”

A Poem for Today

“Deer Tick Song”
by James K. Zimmerman

I wait for you to come
to brush your shoe against
the blade of grass I’m sitting on
touch me with your hand
as you reach for one last
violet to take home

or pick up a worm to place
gracefully in the garden

even better if you lie
on a hillside to watch the sunset
or breathe in stars

I will feel your warmth, bury
my head next to that freckle
on your calf, that hair
on your forearm, or just behind
the lobe of your left ear

I promise not to take too much
blood into my swelling body

only what I think I need

and I will never
let you know I am here
though I will love you


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