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Rated 07:06pm • 0 reviews • painting • flickr.com

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Seeing:& The Lawrence Tree Oriented Correctly

Rated Nov 06 • 1 review • painting • ljclark.com

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Anthony T. W. Myers, Artist | The Human List

Rated Nov 06 • 6 reviews • fine arts, painting • thehumanlist.com

Good ol' Ed edosan.stumbleupon.com [edosan.stumbleupon.com] sent this to me....


Nostalgia

Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.
You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,
and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,
the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework.
Everyone would pause for beer and onions in the afternoon,
and at night we would play a game called "Find the Cow."
Everything was hand-lettered then, not like today.

Where has the summer of 1572 gone? Brocade and sonnet
marathons were the rage. We used to dress up in the flags
of rival baronies and conquer one another in cold rooms of stone.
Out on the dance floor we were all doing the Struggle
while your sister practiced the Daphne all alone in her room.
We borrowed the jargon of farriers for our slang.
These days language seems transparent a badly broken code.

The 1790's will never come again. Childhood was big.
People would take walks to the very tops of hills
and write down what they saw in their journals without speaking.
Our collars were high and our hats were extremely soft.
We would surprise each other with alphabets made of twigs.
It was a wonderful time to be alive, or even dead.

I am very fond of the period between 1815 and 1821.
Europe trembled while we sat still for our portraits.
And I would love to return to 1901 if only for a moment,
time enough to wind up a music box and do a few dance steps,
or shoot me back to 1922 or 1941, or at least let me
recapture the serenity of last month when we picked
berries and glided through afternoons in a canoe.

Even this morning would be an improvement over the present.
I was in the garden then, surrounded by the hum of bees
and the Latin names of flowers, watching the early light
flash off the slanted windows of the greenhouse
and silver the limbs on the rows of dark hemlocks.

As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
I was even thinking a little about the future, that place
where people are doing a dance we cannot imagine,
a dance whose name we can only guess.

Billy Collins



Blind Drawing 8
by Anthony T. W. Myers

color pencil on chipboard
8 x 10 (inches)

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missing chapter in tales of genji on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Rated Nov 03 • 2 reviews • painting, japan, photography • flickr.com

There's A Moon Inside My Body

The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it.

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So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine, his works are as naught:
When all love of the I and the Mine is dead, then the work of the Lord is done.
For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put away.

The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit comes, the flower withers.
The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders in quest of grass.

Kabir

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Nav_Bars_several

Rated Nov 03 • 0 reviews • painting • buddhist-artofjapan.com

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In the Luxembourg Gardens | American Stories: Paintings...

Rated Nov 03 • 1 review • painting • metmuseum.org

In his freely rendered, seemingly accidental view of the great basin at the heart the Luxembourg Gardens, Sargent, working under the influence of the French Impressionists, captures the Parisian summer twilight in the opalescent, grayish lavender sky and the visitors' unhurried pace. At the left, a stylish couple, devoted to seeing and being seen in the fashionable Left Bank promenade, ignores observers and resists association with any explicit story. Metropolitan life was the quintessential modern subject and an ideal theme for the Impressionists, who chronicled the dynamic spirit of their era. Paris, which had been transformed during the Second Empire (1852-70), was a consummate modern city, in which parks--built or reconfigured in response to an escalating population--epitomized urban growth and energy.

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The Card Trick | American Stories: Paintings of...

Rated Nov 03 • 1 review • painting • metmuseum.org

Brown's narratives maintain the explicitness of mid-nineteenth-century works, though he painted many of them much later. In this canvas, three white bootblacks watch a black youth perform a card trick. Brown ascribes street smarts and gamesman's skills to this clever character. One of the few American painters before 1900 to grapple with the subject of the urban poor, Brown specialized in sentimental depictions of industrious immigrants, especially street urchins who project optimism and good cheer despite the hardships of city life. These ragamuffins--counterparts of Horatio Alger's homeless fourteen-year-old bootblack Ragged Dick and other resourceful characters--flourished and inspired Brown until compulsory public education laws ended their enterprise.

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First Sight of Land | American Stories: Paintings of...

Rated Nov 03 • 1 review • painting • metmuseum.org

Henry Bacon (American, 1839â€"1912)
First Sight of Land, 1877

Late-nineteenth-century Americans' familiarity with modern tourism was abetted by the advent of regular transatlantic routes, faster and more comfortable vessels, and reduced fares. Here, Bacon, who made many transatlantic crossings, tells a story of shipboard life on the luxurious French mail steamer the Péreire. The prominent mast indicates that even steam-powered liners used auxiliary sails to take advantage of good winds and reduce fuel consumption. The well-dressed young passenger, who has cast aside her tartan lap robe and book and risen from her chair, proclaims that women were venturing abroad in greater numbers during the 1870s than ever before to "finish" their education and prepare for marriage. Bacon offers only a fragmentary, open-ended narrative: because the book is a salmon-covered paperback associated with French publishers, the woman may be returning to America, yet her excitement suggests she is arriving in Europe.

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