Saturday, April 26, 2008

Nocturne: Blue & Gold, Old Battersea Bridge, 1872
James Abbot McNeill Whistler (USA 1834-1903)
Oil on canvas, 68 cm x 51 cm
Tate Gallery, London-

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Under a stagnant sky,
Gloom out of gloom uncoiling into gloom,
The River, jaded and forlorn,
Welters and wanders wearily -- wretchedly -- on;
Yet in and out among the ribs
Of the old skeleton bridge, as in piles
Of some dead lake-built city, full of skulls,
Worm-worn, rat-riddled, mouldy with memories,
Lingers to bable to a broken tune
(Once, O, the unvoiced music of my heart!)
So melancholy a soliloquy
It sounds as it might tell
The secret of the unending grief-in-grain,
The terror of Time and Change and Death,
That wastes this floating, transitory world.
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What of the incantation
That forced the huddled shapes on yonder shore
To take and wear the night
Like a material majesty?
That touched the shafts of wavering fire
About this miserable welter and wash --
(River, O River of Journeys, River of Dreams!)--
Into long, shining signals from the panes
Of an enchanted pleasure-house,
Where life and life might live life lost in life
For ever and evermore?

O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O, the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
These fatuous, ineffectual Yesterdays!
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William Ernest Henley (Great-Britain 1849 -1903)
The Works of William Ernest Henley
London, 1921
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The Living Room, 1941-43
Balthus (France, 1908-2001)
Oil on canvas, 114 cm x 146 cm
Museum of Modern Art, New York

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The Living Room (1941-43): Balthus

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Ira Ladoff
Palm Reading in Winter
Houghton Mifflin Co., Boston, 1978

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Las Meninas, 1656
Diego Velazquez (Spain, 1599-1660)
oil on canvas
Prado Museum, Madrid
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Las Meninas by Velazques (1656)
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The dwarfs dominate, at least theatrically.
The little princess near the center, illuminated
In her petulant reluctance to pose for yet
Another portrait illustrates an idea of order,
Not the governing parents, the mother and the father,
Philip IV and Mariana of Austria, mere reflections
In the distant mirror in the far places of the paint.
The commissioned artist accepts a royal order
Although he alone governs this pigment territory
Where dwarfs rule and ugliness flowers to virtue.
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We look into the picture to watch a situation,
Into a tall room in the Alcazar hung with copies of Rubens.
The Infanta Doña Margarita doesn't want to pose.
She is five years old and has had enough of paint.
But forces are at work here: the perspective
That holds the room together and holds the Rubens
On to the painted walls. There are triangles
Of people whose duties are enormous, eleven in all.
Velazquez must paint, the ladies-in-waiting,
Las meniñas, must cajole and pass some chocolate
To the princess. The king and queen must
Be that, but here without a single power.
The man going up the steps must go up them.
In the right hand corner, the dwarf Nicolasito
Is stepping on the dog. Another, Maribarbola,
Stares out of her massive face to tell a royal story.
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Her brief finery is the somber opposite of little
Margarita's bright and golden style. She rules
No empire nor ever will, but here she dominates the mind.
Beauty, a dog, and this wizened female
So ugly, so sad, so sufficient to this scene
As to make you wonder at the governments of men.
How detached the painter's glance now that he has
Put everyone in his place and upset the candor of Spain.
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The history of the World as Pictures
University of Missouri Press, Columbia, Mo., 1965
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Nativity, 1470-75
Piero della Francesca (Italy, 1415/20 - 1492)
oil on board 124 cm x 122 cm
The National Gallery in London
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Piero della Francesca
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O cruel cloudless space,
And pale bare ground where the poor infant lies!
Why do we feel restored
As in a sacramental place?
Here Mystery is artifice,
And here a vision of such peace is stored,
Healing flows from it through our eyes.
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Comfort and joy are near,
Not as we know them in the usual ways,
Personal and expected,
But utterly distilled and spare
Like a cool breath upon the air.
Emotion, it would seem, has been rejected
For clear geometric praise.
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Even the angel's stance
Is architectural in form:
They tell no story.
We see each grave countenance,
Withheld as in a formal dance,
The awful joy, the serene glory:
It is the inscape keeps us warm.
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Poised as a monument,
Thought rests, and in these balanced spaces
Images meditate;
Whatever Piero meant,
The strange impersonal does not relent:
Here is love, naked, lying in great state
On the bare ground, as in all human faces.
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May Sarton (American 1912-1995)
Selected Poems of May Sarton
W.W. Norton, New York, 1978
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Friday, April 25, 2008

The Embarkation for Cythera, 1717
Jean-Antoine Watteau (France, 1684-1721)
Oil on canvas 129 cm x 194 cm
Musée du Louvre, Paris
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The picnic-goers beautified themselves,
And then set sail for Cythera, with jugs
To keep their coffee hot, martinis cold,
And hampers full of music. The water shone
For them that day, and like a street of jewels
Lay between their land and the island.
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Their cockle hull was pretty, white and gold
As the Mozarteum, and their laughter picked
Its way, nicely as tunes of proper jump,
From port to starboard, gentlemen to ladies,
And return. They played their cards right, whiling
The day away by smiling and by thinking
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Of the times to come, the banquets in the grove
On the antless island of that ancient idol
Love, the girl who rose to be the pearl
To deck them out. Thinking of her, each lady
Fingered her necklace, and sweet music tattled
From the spinet of her desire; each lord
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Touched at his sleeve for the ace he'd hidden there.
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On the Way to the Island
Wesleyan Univeristy Press, Middletown, Conn., 1960
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Thursday, April 24, 2008

The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897
Henri Rousseau, Le Douanier (France 1844-1910)
Oil on canvas
The Museum of Modern Art, New York



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Asleep on his side
the boy dreams a gypsy
asleep on his side
who dreams lions,
a guitar, a waterjar
in the desert, and
a stringed moon
awaiting a song
from the long dream of
the boy who sleeps
dreaming a gypsy
who dreams lions,
a jar, and a moon.

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Lola Haskins
Planting the Children
University Presses of Florida, Orlando, Fl, 1980
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Expulsion from Paradise, 1426-27
Masaccio (Italy, 1401-1428)
Fresco - 208 cm x 88 cm
Brancacci Chapel
Santa Maria Novella, Florence
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them as though you too were dispossessed.
You must have seen that place, ringing with birds,
stems growing and sunlight shaking the leaves.
You had to see it once the way it was.
Until, unsure of His own faithfulness,
He began to test the only faithful.
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And where it ended, you began. For them.
I watch that naked man become himself,
and Eve, all bone again, woman and pain,
move slowly, human, into their private fear.
Out of the landscape of her mouth I hear
the cry, more terrible than any, being first.
She can't forgive her breasts. He hides his eyes
as a child, blindfolded in a game, still
hides from invisible angels, flaming swords.
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Here on a wall in Florence, Maso, dead
at twenty-six, you knew what they knew:
the shape of every wilderness, so many
gardens gone, the animals all named,
the gates guarded. Each of us asking
where is there left to go?
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Shirley Kaufman (American)
The Floor Keeps Turning
University of Pittsburgh Press, 1970, Pittsburgh, Pa
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Boy Leading a Horse, 1906
Pablo Picasso ( Spain, 1881-1973)
Oil on canvas
Museum of Modern Art, New York

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PICASSO'S "BOY LEADING A HORSE"
(after the Portuguese of Zilda Mamede)
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It is a naked horse and a naked boy
who have nothing at all in their nakedness
except loneliness shared, and dim destiny.
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No one knows whether the horse mourns the evening,
or if the boy's mourning somehow touches the horse.
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When they draw near they are always withdrawn,
aloof from that evening to which they belong,
(in the grey plane that encloses them).
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If from one or the other comes suddenly
clarion call or lamenttion, we should know
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it is because it is evening for both of them:
The boy's evening comes with the first shining star,
the horse's with the sight of hay --
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Just two in time, more lonely with the dusk.
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Robert Phillips
The Pregnant Man
Doubleday, New York, 1978
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Sunday, April 20, 2008

Bacchic Scene, 1627
Nicholas Poussin ( France, 1594 - 1665)
Oil on canvas
Staalich Museum, Kassel

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Here a young woman with no clothes on, mild,
marmoreal, hairless, handsome, dignified,
decants into an equally undressed child
(too young to walk, yet soon to be pie-eyed)
splashed wine. Elsewhere, one naked nymph, astride
a satyr piggy-back, points a stately hand
out of the picture toward some route implied.
Design, not myth, made it. So the brain-land
Arcadia dreamed in paint. Neither the rose
smelled nor the sweat of actions in this June
of life's sweet counterfeit which art bestows.
Goats, gods, girls, and babies, blissfully immune
to dirt, fatigue, and morals, still compose
their own debauched, cherubic afternoon.
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Richmond Lattimore (American, 1906-1984)
Poems from Three Decades
Charles Scribner's Sons, New York, 1972
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Saturday, April 19, 2008

Les Courtisanes, 1948
Paul Delvaux (Belgium 1897-1994)
oil on canvas
Private Collection
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NOCTURNE
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A classic landscape
Horizon
defined by walls
lights arcades
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On tiled walks
nudes
sleepwalking
They are cool
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Their mouths
are seafoam
their throats
a whispering in the leaves
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They pass by
staring straight ahead
as if in another
dimension
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one hand touching
the genital rose
the other
brushing aside
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waves of dark hair
Everything here
is asleep
houses in the moonlight
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trees birds fountains
sleep
waiting for a cry
that never comes
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William Pillin ( American, ? - 1985)
Everything Falling
Kayak Books (N.E.A.) Santa Cruz, Ca, 1971
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