Others Sayin’…Thoughts For Today

So, I make art based on the idea that death is a part of nature and can be beautiful too. Nothing I like more than seeing nature take over a dead/abandoned thing. Not your usual post but, I thought this group might appreciate it. Enjoy!
How Does Your Garden Grow- Coz 2017
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“I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.”

― Charles Bukowski

Poetic Outlaws · 3 hrs · “I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.” ― Charles Bukowski
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So for myself, on this fine day of sunshine and outside noises, I’m off to the store for the necessaries of shelter-at-home: Wine and Cheese and Chocolate. Well OK, maybe a small bottle of Vodka. Speaking of, I’ve heard that liquor sales in Ohio are at a 203% increase for the year so far. How’s that for saying something?

Some Numbers

To put things into some sort of perspective

There are approximately 7.7 billion people in the world.

As of the end of this past week:

# Of global C-Virus cases = 132,567

# Dead = 4,947

# U.S. C-Virus cases = 1,629

# U.S. Dead = 41

Oh, and just for the heck of it, the # of gun deaths in the U.S. in 2019 was = 39,773

Maybe we’ve overreacted just a little bit. But then, I’m a member of the Olds and the Stoics, at least somewhat. I recall walking to school and seeing signs that said, “Quarantine, Mumps.” Others warned of measles and other contagious diseases. No one panicked and nothing shut down. Life went on and it just was what it was.

Now, in other news, from the worlds of the Woods and the Arts and the Thoughts we ponder. Why not let’s think of Love and Beauty!

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.” Kahlil Gibran

And then, a final thought for our sweet dreams and morning greetings:

Soul Writing

“Your writing voice is the deepest possible reflection of who you are. The job of your voice is not to seduce or flatter or make well-shaped sentences. In your voice, your readers should be able to hear the contents of your mind, your heart, your soul.” — Meg Rosoff

(Art by Julia Inglis.)

Ramblings At Small (vs. At Large)

  • Math. An accomplishment of vision. Art and math and science are all bridges between the human and the divine, beauty a means of access to grace. Mathematics, Simone Weil wrote, “is first, before all, a sort of mystical poem composed by God himself.”
  • I don’t know much math, certainly not higher math, but I have always felt that shiver of acknowledgement when thinking of the room that belongs to Pure Mathematics, the thoughts that would cause the mind to wheel and gallop and explode there. Generating enlightenment. A spiritual experience.
  • Lizzy Fig is on the patio wearing her lovely new do of a lion cut. She is still so tiny though not the wee one I was afraid of stepping on. Her current concern is the catching of bugs. I believe that is an occupation of note. To be so engrossed is the gift we long for.
  • Once again last night I was at university in my dreams. Ah! So now it occurs to me why I was thinking of math today. In the dream I was in a math class for a test. Interesting—the first ex was sitting next to me and we were both taking the test tho we had not been in the class together. Of course I had forgotten there was an assignment and test due and did not study at all. I knew nothing. And yet, when it came time to do the work I opened my booklet to discover the layout of many forms that I had begun. All I had to do was draw the line between them individually. I understood that I understood even tho I did not currently have the knowledge with me.
  • Perhaps math is such that it is because that’s what made the Universe.
  • I read somewhere that the things or occupations at an expert level that will drive men insane are philosophy, chess, and mathematics. My brother suggested we add astronomy to that. All of course enlist the search for Truth.
  • I’ve just now come back from an hours long trip around the bend of various articles and pages saved—the trip that begins with looking up a single thought and ends up with riding a monster tail. I do love monsters.
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  • P.S. I’m going to check into:
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Catching Up

Again

Today the haunting began. I can go only so long without writing or reading, or thinking the thoughts of beginnings and endings. Updike liked centers. I don’t. The centers are suffocating, stagnant, the places of boredom and illness. We stir around within them, buying things, sleeping. Sleeping. Sleeping may be the singular warning of middles. That’s where you can hear the other voices and you drown.

Anne Packard (1933) Barca a remi sul blu

Anne Packard (1933) Barca a remi sul blu

In this painting you cannot see the line on the horizon. You might think you can, but you cannot hold it. It looks as if it should be one solid blue, top to bottom. But it is not. The water ends where the sky begins, though they merge. It isn’t just the horizon line, you see, it is also the boat. The boat, and the rower, the oars, traverse the blue and say: this is it, this  is the water through which we travel. And this is where we are.

 

Hodgepodge

Today is being brought to you by this and that. And a fine sort of day it is…

A Room With A View Neal's Yard, Covent Garden

A Room With A View—Neal’s Yard, Covent Garden

This is a space, a very few blocks or so, outside of Covent Garden, in London, England. Neal’s Yard is the actual name of the location. Another fine example of what can happen when sought and encouraged. The place used to be the sewer of the area, crawling with rats and trash.

R.I.P. Karl Lagerfeld,1977. Photo - Francesco Scavullo.

R.I.P. Karl Lagerfeld—1977. Photo – Francesco Scavullo.

Karl left us yesterday from Paris, where he had been living for the last several years. He was the master behind the Chanel line once Coco left this world. How handsome he was in his youth.

Fashions of the day. Cambridge Undergraduates 1926.

Fashions of the day. Cambridge Undergraduates 1926

This has a special appeal for me as my father, George Hansen, dressed this way upon some time long ago. There’s a very old photo of him sitting on a dockage pillar, dressed most exactly like the young man on the right. It was taken in San Francisco where he had been before meeting my mother. In the photo it is also possible to see a ring on his little finger, which had belonged to his mother, my grandmother. I inherited the ring and it sits in my jewelry box as this is being written.

Pictures In History

Pictures In History

“I ain’t afraid to love a man. I ain’t afraid to shoot him neither.” ~Annie Oakley, 1899

From the Depths - by William Balfour Ker (1906)

“From the Depths” – by William Balfour Ker (1906)

Isn’t this a testimony to the “nothing new under the sun”? The quote is from Ecclesiastes 1:9—What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. This also reminds me of the IWW, The Industrial Workers of the World, and big Bill Haywood—as was writ by John Dos Passos. I love the ending line: He died there [Russia] and they burned his big broken hulk of a body and buried the ashes under the Kremlin wall. 

Art Like This Page · 14 February · Gustav Klimt

20th Century Art

And that’s a wrap

Art & Architecture

austrian artist friedensreich hundertwasser

Friedensreich Hundertwasserption

Austrian artist Friedensreich Hundertwasser was an expressionist artist and architect who built many colourful and eye-catching buildings around Europe in the 1950s. He created the Hundertwasserhaus, one of Vienna’s most iconic landmarks, alongside architect Joseph Krawina.

Thanks to @lost.in.ldn for this amazing photo on Instagram.

And the last Hundertwasser designed building is being built in Whangarei, New Zealand, where he lived in the last years of his life. He designed the building but the money has only recently been raised to build it. It is a very exciting project which will house Maori art.

All windows are different and trees and plants grow freely without any pruning or cutting. Places are created to allow neighbours to meet and have a good time together.

I’m always astounded by the work that can be done, is done by artists. How beautiful our world would be if we could only unleash this passion in the ghettos, the slums, even just the tired and worn of our streets.