“Literature was born not the day when a boy crying wolf, wolf came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels: literature was born on the day when a boy came crying wolf, wolf and there was no wolf behind him… Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.”
– Vladimir Nabokov
Art by George Giguere.
SORROW-TELL HEART- Iulia Halatz at Medium.com
I am proud to announce the publication of my first poem at Medium.com/Resistance poetry
My heart used to have roots
Into the feeble beams of autumn
After lilacs grew them stronger…
Can you pull me into April?
Or any month
wearing blue odors
And tawny lights…
Iulia Halatz: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.
“It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. The reward is the act of struggle itself, not what you win. Even though you can’t expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make that attempt. That’s morality, that’s religion. That’s art. That’s life.”
– Phil Ochs
Art by Franz Radziwill.
Susan Sontag’s Radical Views Still Shape How We See Photography on www.artsy.net.
While Sontag delved into a few photographers’ careers, she was most prescient in her broader discussion of the medium’s proliferation. She referenced the camera’s addictive nature, but warned that taking pictures only gives “an appearance of participation”—our fevered adoption of Instagram today is the best evidence of her foresight. When we take a photo, we inherently distance ourselves from the world and people around us. Obsessive picture-taking is alienating—those with the most cluttered Instagram feeds, by Sontag’s logic, may be the most isolated, regardless of what their sunny snapshots broadcast. – Alina Cohen
Full story can be viewed at www.artsy.net.
Phptography art – Richard Avedon
Elise Daniels with Street Performers, Suit by Balenciaga, Le Marais, Paris, August 1948
“Late this evening I looked at the sky and saw the stars. I felt as if it was the first time I had ever looked at them.
I was stunned.
The stars made an extraordinary impression on me.”
– Andrei Tarkovsky, Journal 1970-1986
Art by Konstantin Kalynovych.
Heavens to Betsy or Ivanhoe
The big city is on fire but not here.
Why must we live like bears
when we could be as proud as peacocks?
We sleep too much. We play dead.
Hibernating is for the birds. Paris is on fire
but here in Baltimore, people sleep.
Full poem can be viewed at Modern Literature.
David Lohrey’s plays have been produced in Switzerland, Canada, and Lithuania. His poems can be found at Nthanda Review, Otoliths, Eunoia, and Impossible Archetype. His fiction can be seen at Dodging the Rain, Terror House Magazine, and Literally Stories. David’s collection of poetry, Machiavelli’s Backyard, was published by Sudden Denouement Publishers. He lives in Tokyo.
“For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.”
– Carl Sagan
Art – Marc Chagall, The three candles
MEETING DE KOONING at Spillwords.com
written by: Dianne Moritz
“This is how it was: his shipwreck
of a house, beached on green lawn.
He held a wet paintbrush in his
paint-flecked hand. But Dennis
says: there was no paintbrush.”
Read more: https://spillwords.com/meeting-de-kooning/
Dianne Moritz writes poetry and picture books for kids. Her next book, HEY, LITTLE BEACHCOMBER, will be out soon from Big Belly Books. Adult poems have been in print and online in Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Drabble, Poets Salon, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, Spillwords, and others. She is a frequent contributor to Highlights for Children.
“Memories are made of peculiar stuff, elusive and yet compelling, powerful and fleet. You cannot trust your reminiscences, and yet there is no reality except the one we remember……”
– Klaus Mann
Photo Credit – Cate Blanchett by Annie Leibovitz
“The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.”
“I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.”
“Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
William Blake died on this day in 1827 and left us some of the most beautiful art and poetry of the Earth and the Imagination.