Saturday, October 24, 2009

Hands of Marionette Player, Mexico, 1926
Tina Modotti

Trapeze Artists, 1954
Fernand Léger

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Emmy G., ca. 1900-08
Frank Eugene

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Hilde Billigheimer, 1934
Liselotte Grschebina

Portrait of Giovanna Tornabuoni, 1488
Domenico Ghirlandaio

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Monday, October 5, 2009

Seven Strophes

I was but what you'd brush
with your palm, what your leaning
brow would hunch to in evening's
raven-black hush.

I was but what your gaze
in that dark could distinguish:
a dim shape to begin with,
later--features, a face.

It was you, on my right,
on my left, with your heated
sighs, who molded my helix,
whispering at my side.

It was you by that black
window's trembling tulle pattern
who laid in my raw cavern
a voice calling you back.

I was practically blind.
You, appearing, then hiding,
gave me my sight and heightened
it. Thus some leave behind

a trace. Thus they make worlds.
Thus, having done so, at random
wastefully they abandon
their work to its whirls.

Thus, prey to speeds
of light, heat, cold, or darkness,
a sphere in space without markers
spins and spins.

A Song

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car,
and you'd shift the gear.
We'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
to where we've been before.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.

I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
if it's followed by dying?

Joseph Brodsky

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Landscape with Yellow Birds
Paul Klee

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Classroom in the Emerson School for Girls, ca. 1850
Albert Sands Southworth
Josiah Johnson Hawes