Category “Art”

The Pylons

The secret of these hills was stone, and cottages
Of that stone made,
And crumbling roads
That turned on sudden hidden villages

Now over these small hills, they have built the concrete
That trails black wire
Pylons, those pillars
Bare like nude giant girls that have no secret.

The valley with its gilt and evening look
And the green chestnut
Of customary root,
Are mocked dry like the parched bed of a brook.

But far above and far as sight endures
Like whips of anger
With lightning’s danger
There runs the quick perspective of the future.

This dwarfs our emerald country by its trek
So tall with prophecy
Dreaming of cities
Where often clouds shall lean their swan-white neck.

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On Listening to the Wind

“The ancient Greeks,” I say, “who were the inventors of classical reason, knew better than to use it exclusively to foretell the future. They listened to the wind and predicted the future from that. …”

– Robert M. Pirsig (1974), Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

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Tilt (2011)

I would not say that the Bulgarian love-story Tilt makes for an unusual movie, exactly.  I’ll tell you one thing though: there are no English subtitles available for it.  Except here, courtesy of my main man Darin who kindly hand-crafted them.

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Don’t Afraid It

“Don’t afraid it”, the man cried imploringly, as he worked desperately to steady the craft, legs spread with one bare foot on each edge, sweat already dripping from his body – even though the journey to Lizard Island had not even begun. I have frequently wondered back to those words of his.  Did he mean that I was not to fear his canoe? Or, rather, did he feel that my very presence there was threatening the natural balance that existed between him and his boat, that I was, as it were, guilty of ‘afraiding his canoe’? That my attitude, my energy – perhaps the weight of the European guilt I carried out there, there on the shores of Lake Malawi – was somehow upsetting the delicate relationship that existed between man and wood, wood and lake, lake and sky?

I only discovered later that the locals knew the island to be cursed.

To be continued.

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Mallarmé: “To name an object is to suppress three-quarters of the enjoyment … to suggest, that is the dream.”

Ferdinand Keller (1901), Böcklin’s Tomb

 

Leon Bakst (1904), Terror Antiques

 

Hans Thoma (1906), Stille vor dem Sturm (Calm Before the Storm)

 

Jacek Malczewski (1893), In the Dust Storm

 

Akseli Gallen-Kallela (1905), Lake Keitele

 

Jens Ferdinand Willumsen (1902), Sun Over Southern Mountains

 

Joaquin Mir Trinxet (1901-04), El Abismo (The Abyss)

 

Albert Edelfelt (1889-90), Kaukola Ridge at Sunset

 

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Julius Caesar

William Shakespeare (1599)

“There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.”

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The first twilight of Spring

“It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth’s almost agonized livingness is most felt.  This hour is so dreadful to some people that they hurry indoors and turn on the light.” – E. Bowen

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A Hunt In The Forest

Jennifer Binnie (2008) A Hunt In The Forest

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John Martin’s apocalypsism

John Martin, ‘The Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah’ (1852)

John Martin ‘The Great Day of His Wrath’ (1853)

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View Through A Window Upon An Ocean, One & Two

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