Pieta by Peter Ferguson (b. 1968)
The Sea, 1949 by Henry Koerner (1915-1991)
Theme Park Patron, 2014 by Paul Fenniak (b. 1965)
Christian Retreat, 1980 by Eric Fischl (b. 1948)
Bamboo Blind, Biting, 2015 by Ikenaga Yasunari (b. 1965)
Frankenstein, 2018 by Santiago Caruso (b. 1982)
(English translation by Paul Blackburn.)
Girl with Hands 9, 2013 by Michaël Borremans (b. 1963)
Reading Girl, 1834 by Friedrich von Amerling (1803-1887)
Bats and Cats, 2020 by Samplerman (Yvan Guillo)
King of the Green-winged Bat, 2020 by Mu Pan (b. 1976)
Lösung (Solution), 2005 by Neo Rauch (b. 1960)
“Short Talk on Vicuñas”
by
Anne Carson
A mythical animal, the vicuña fares well
in the volcanic regions of northern Peru.
Light thunders down on it, like Milton
at his daughters. Hear that?—they
are counting under their breath.
Think about style of life for a
moment. When you take up your
axe, listen. Hoofbeats. Wind.
It is they who make us at home
here, not the other way around.
Woodland Scene, 1935 by Edwin Dickinson (1891-1978)
April 11th.–I meditated accordingly, but without any very wonderful result. Then at eight o’clock bothered myself till after nine with this eternal tale of Tieck. The forenoon was spent in scribbling; but at eleven o’clock my thoughts ceased to flow,–indeed, their current has been woefully interrupted all along,–so I threw down my pen, and set out on the daily journey to the village. Horrible walking! I wasted the customary hour at the Athenæum, and returned home, if home it may now be called. Till dinner-time I labored on Tieck’s tale, and resumed that agreeable employment after the banquet.
Just when I was on the point of choking with a huge German word, Molly announced Mr. Thoreau. He wished to take a row in the boat, for the last time, perhaps, before he leaves Concord. So we emptied the water out of her, and set forth on our voyage. She leaks, but not more than she did in the autumn. We rowed to the foot of the hill which borders the North Branch, and there landed, and climbed the moist and snowy hill-side for the sake of the prospect. Looking down the river, it might well have been mistaken for an arm of the sea, so broad is now its swollen tide; and I could have fancied that, beyond one other headland, the mighty ocean would outspread itself before the eye. On our return we boarded a large cake of ice, which was floating down the river, and were borne by it directly to our own landing-place, with the boat towing behind.
Parting with Mr. Thoreau, I spent half an hour in chopping wood, when Molly informed me that Mr. Emerson wished to see me. He had brought a letter of Ellery Channing, written in a style of very pleasant humor. This being read and discussed, together with a few other matters, he took his leave, since which I have been attending to my journalizing duty; and thus this record is brought down to the present moment.
Nathaniel Hawthorne’s journal entry, 11 April 1843. From American Note-Books.
The Resurrection, 1949 by Otto Dix (1891-1969)
The Harrowing of Hell by Jacob van Swanenburg (1571-1638)
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