horses of light with green manes
Today's subject line comes from Sarah Arvio's translation of Federico García Lorca's "Love Sleeps in the Poet's Chest."
Lorca is mentioned several times in the materials for Monsters & Myths, the Surrealism show that opens to museum members and the media in 90 minutes. (I'm dressing for it between checking off a few more items on the Workflowy...) Many of the artists in the show fought and/or fled Fascists and Nazis.
detail from Joan Miró's NIGHT SCENE
Earlier this morning, I dipped into the anthology Staying Alive and lingered with Stephen Dunn's "Sadness":
... I had sad stories of my own,
but they made me quiet
the way my parents' failures once did,
nobody's business
but our own, and, besides, what was left to say
these days
when the unspeakable was out there being spoken,
exhausting all sympathy?
[Standard "Hound of Heaven" caveat here: quotes do not represent the whole, and I adore poems I don't agree with.]
This entry was originally posted at https://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/154796.html.
Lorca is mentioned several times in the materials for Monsters & Myths, the Surrealism show that opens to museum members and the media in 90 minutes. (I'm dressing for it between checking off a few more items on the Workflowy...) Many of the artists in the show fought and/or fled Fascists and Nazis.
detail from Joan Miró's NIGHT SCENE
Earlier this morning, I dipped into the anthology Staying Alive and lingered with Stephen Dunn's "Sadness":
... I had sad stories of my own,
but they made me quiet
the way my parents' failures once did,
nobody's business
but our own, and, besides, what was left to say
these days
when the unspeakable was out there being spoken,
exhausting all sympathy?
[Standard "Hound of Heaven" caveat here: quotes do not represent the whole, and I adore poems I don't agree with.]
This entry was originally posted at https://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/154796.html.