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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


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Art books (Tanka) | Grandy’s Landing

art books

on the coffee table…

far below our window

dawn fire

lights the estuary

Paul Beech

Copyright © Paul Beech 2022

Source: Art books (Tanka) | Grandy’s Landing

Autumn Moon Journal 5:2, Spring – Summer 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

            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

                                                                           a wildflower sprouts
                                                                           from the rock

                                                                           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

                                                         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


Art in Nature • Shades of Green • Walk • Podcast


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 …

Alison Berry

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. […]

Source: Art in Nature • Shades of Green • Walk • Podcast

China Miéville: “If you don’t feel despair, you’re not opening your eyes” – New Statesman

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

The Living Mountain: Pioneering Scottish Mountaineer and Poet Nan Shepherd’s Forgotten Masterpiece About Our Relationship with Nature – The Marginalian

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.”


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



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

Source: The Living Mountain: Pioneering Scottish Mountaineer and Poet Nan Shepherd’s Forgotten Masterpiece About Our Relationship with Nature – The Marginalian

[subterranean / dreaming grace roots] by Nat Raha – Poems | Academy of American Poets

[ subterranean / dreaming grace roots ]

Source: [subterranean / dreaming grace roots] by Nat Raha – Poems | Academy of American Poets

From My Mountain (Calling You) – YouTube

First Known When Lost: Secret Sharers

Lot 304: Various Books
There are always lives
Left between the leaves
Scattering as I dust
The honeymoon edelweiss
Pressed ferns from prayer-books
Seed lists and hints on puddings
Deprecatory letters from old cousins
Proposing to come for Easter
And always clouded negatives
The ghost dogs in the vanishing gardens:
Fading ephemera of non-events,
Whoever owned it
(Dead or cut adrift or homeless in a home)
Nothing to me, a number, or if a name
Then meaningless,
Yet always as I touch a current flows,
The poles connect, the wards latch into place,
A life extends me —
Love-hate; grief; faith; wonder;
Joan Barton (1908-1986), The Mistress and Other Poems (The Sonus Press 1972).
Joan Barton wrote poems from an early age, but she did not become well-known as a poet until Philip Larkin chose to include one of her poems in The Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse (Oxford University Press 1973), which he edited.  With respect to “Lot 304: Various Books,” it may be helpful to know that Barton was a bookseller for much of her life.
A comment from Allan who said…The Jennings poem is rather poignant, as, in later life, Miss Jennings spent a great deal of her life during the day sitting on benches in parks, specifically The Parks, a large expanse of meadow and lawn belonging to the University, that separates the city centre from the North Oxford suburbs. It is to my great regret that during my time as a graduate student in the 90s, I did not make the effort to get to know her, largely because, like most of those who walked past her, I had no idea who she was. We called her the Green Lady, because she dressed entirely in sage green. She carried around with her a polythene shopping bag containing manuscripts of poems she was working on and would apparently read them to people who sat with her for a while.

Source: First Known When Lost: Secret Sharers

Opinion | How Animals See Themselves – The New York Times

“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