Friday, January 15, 2016
There is a movement out there of urban sketch booking or travel sketch booking or sketching wherever you just might happen to be. I'm starting to get the hang of it, but I have to say it takes a different skill set than botanical and natural science art.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
XXVIII from An Ordinary Evening in New Haven by Wallace Stevens
If it should be true that reality exists
In the mind: the tin plate, the loaf of bread on it,
The long-bladed knife, the little to drink and her
Misericordia, it follows that
Real and unreal are two in one: New Haven
Before and after one arrives or, say,
Bergamo on a postcard, Rome after dark,
Sweden described, Salzburg with shaded eyes
Or Paris in conversation at a café.
This endlessly elaborating poem
Displays the theory of poetry,
As the life of poetry. A more severe,
More harassing master would extemporize
Subtler, more urgent proof that the theory
Of poetry is the theory of life,
As it is, in the intricate evasions of as,
In things seen and unseen, created from nothingness,
The heavens, the hells, the worlds, the longed-for lands.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Saturday, January 9, 2016
In the middle of golds and grey's stood this bush with brilliant berries, it looked like a bush on fire in Racebrook Track.