30 Americans | NBMAA
Image: Kehinde Wiley, “Equestrian Portrait of the Count Duke Olivares,” 2005, Oil on canvas, 108 x 108 in. (274.3 x 274.3 cm), Courtesy Rubell Museum, Miami
Source: 30 Americans | NBMAA
Image: Kehinde Wiley, “Equestrian Portrait of the Count Duke Olivares,” 2005, Oil on canvas, 108 x 108 in. (274.3 x 274.3 cm), Courtesy Rubell Museum, Miami
Source: 30 Americans | NBMAA
art books
on the coffee table…
far below our window
dawn fire
lights the estuary
Paul Beech
Copyright © Paul Beech 2022
a goldfinch
on the cherry basket –
sound of wings
un cardellino
sul cesto di ciliegie –
rumore d’ali
Dennys Cambarau, Italy
River breeze –
coupling dragonflies
in tandem
川風や交尾のとんぼ二連結
Satoru Kanematsu, Japan
nearing ninety
day by day
the leaves return
Bill Kenney, USA
library afternoon
lost in the silence
of myself
a cucumber vine
drags itself . . .
August heat
Barrie Levine, USA
lone ascent . . .
the late summer wind
stirs the silence
arrampicata solitaria . . .
il vento di fine estate
mescola il silenzio
Oscar Luparia, Italy
cancer
a wildflower sprouts
from the rock
cancro
un fiore selvatico
spunta dalla roccia
Carmela Marino, Italy
luminescent sea
all the little things
we think we’ll remember
Samantha Renda, South Africa
The sound of footsteps
fade away at a slope
spring hazy night
靴音の消ゆる坂道朧かな
Kyoko Shimizu, Japan
monkeys swing tree to tree –
scattered petals
on the river
Kyle Sullivan, Taiwan
Autumn Moon Haiku Journal 5:2, Spring-Summer 2022
6/17/2022
Copyrights
The featured image is of Friend’s Clump on the Ashdown Forest, from an original oil on canvas by Alison Berry (reproduced with permission). Alison painted it during the Summer a few years ago when she spent many days just painting the Forest.
Here is a link to her Web Site. She paints stunning pictures so do take a look …
Reading Time: 2 minutes Shades of Green – A Walk in the Woods Let’s go for a walk; a walk around your local wood or park. It’s early morning and there’s only you and maybe one or two dog walkers about. The grass is still wet with dew. You follow a pathway through the bluebells. There’s hardly a sound. […]
The fantasy novelist and left activist on why Marx’s Communist Manifesto speaks to the crisis-ridden politics of the present.
Source: China Miéville: “If you don’t feel despair, you’re not opening your eyes” – New Statesman
Tectonic Time by Maria Popova. (Available as a print, benefitting The Nature Conservancy.)
“Place and a mind may interpenetrate till the nature of both is altered.”
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The clear water was at our knees, then at our thighs. How clear it was only this walking into it could reveal. To look through it was to discover its own properties. What we saw under water had a sharper clarity than what we saw through air. We waded on into the brightness, and the width of the water increased, as it always does when one is on or in it, so that the loch no longer seemed narrow, but the far side was a long way off. Then I looked down; and at my feet there opened a gulf of brightness so profound that the mind stopped. We were standing on the edge of a shelf that ran some yards into the loch before plunging down to the pit that is the true bottom. And through that inordinate clearness we saw to the depth of the pit. So limpid was it that every stone was clear.
I motioned to my companion, who was a step behind, and she came, and glanced as I had down the submerged precipice. Then we looked into each other’s eyes, and again into the pit. I waded slowly back into shallower water. There was nothing that seemed worth saying. My spirit was as naked as my body. It was one of the most defenceless moments of my life. – Nan Shepherd
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Knowing another is endless. And I have discovered that man’s experience of them enlarges rock, flower and bird. The thing to be known grows with the knowing. I believe that I now understand in some small measure why the Buddhist goes on pilgrimage to a mountain. The journey is itself part of the technique by which the god is sought. It is a journey into Being; for as I penetrate more deeply into the mountain’s life, I penetrate also into my own. For an hour I am beyond desire. It is not ecstasy, that leap out of the self that makes man like a god. I am not out of myself, but in myself. I am. To know Being, this is the final grace accorded from the mountain. – Nan Shepherd
[ subterranean / dreaming grace roots ]
Source: [subterranean / dreaming grace roots] by Nat Raha – Poems | Academy of American Poets
“In 1909, the biologist Jakob von Uexküll noted that every animal exists in its own unique perceptual world — a smorgasbord of sights, smells, sounds and textures that it can sense but that other species might not. These stimuli defined what von Uexküll called the Umwelt — an animal’s bespoke sliver of reality. . . .
“Our own senses constrain us, creating a permanent divide between our Umwelt and another animal’s. Technology can help to bridge that chasm, but there will always be a gap. Crossing it requires what the psychologist Alexandra Horowitz calls “an informed imaginative leap.” You cannot be shown what another Umwelt is like; you must work to imagine it.” – Ed Yong