For earth day: Keeping Hope Alive; Muriel Rukeyser's Kathe Kollewitz ...
Click to viewOne of the last public statements Michelle Obama made was how we all need hope; on this day when so many deaths (bombs, drones, executions) have been happening everywhere and health care and our US pension system, is threatened, millions of decent good people marched on behalf of the extraordinary good that science has done for life on earth, and demanded that those who exploit and pollute the earth be controlled or prevented,
read Bill McKibben,
Read about the demonstration in DC and satellite events by and for science (remember Trump and his gang do this to make large profits for him and themselves quite literally -- it is impeachable if we had the political power).
I am having a hard time keeping hope alive for myself: I see no change or doable goal that can enable me to build a new life.
Charles Camoin, Interior with a View
by Muriel Rukeyser:
Kathe Kollewitz:
I
Held between wars
my lifetime
among wars, the big hands of the world of death
my lifetime
listens to yours.
The faces of the sufferers
in the street, in dailiness,
their lives showing
through their bodies
a look as of music
the revolutionary look
that says I am in the world
to change the world
my lifetime
is to love to endure to suffer the music
to set its portrait
up as a sheet of the world
the most moving the most alive
Easter and bone
and Faust walking among flowers of the world
and the child alive within the living woman, music of man
and death holding my lifetime between great hands
the hands of enduring life
that suffers the gifts and madness of full life, on earth, in
our time,
and through my life, through my eyes, through my arms
and hands
may give the face of this music in portrait waiting for
the unknown person
held in the two hands, you.
II.
Women, as gates, saying:
"The process is after all, like music:
like the development of a piece of music.
The fugues come back and
again and again
interweave.
A theme may seem to have been put aside,
but it keeps returning-
the same thing modulated,
somewhat changed in form.
Usually richer.
And it is very good that this is so."
A woman pouring her opposites.
"After all there are happy things in life too.
Why do you show only the dark side?"
"I could not answer this. But I know--
in the beginning my impulse to know
the working life
had little to do with
pity or sympathy.
I simply felt that the life of the workers was beautiful."
She said, "I am groping in the dark."
She said, "When the door opens, of sensuality,
then you will understand it too. The struggle begins.
Never again to be free of it,
often you will feel it to be your enemy.
Sometimes
I you will almost suffocate,
such joy it brings."
Saying of her husband:
"My wish I is to die after Karl.
I know no person who can love as he can,
with his whole soul.
Often this love has oppressed me;
I wanted to be free.
But often too it has made me I so terribly happy."
She said : "We rowed over to Carrara at dawn,
climbed up to the marble quarries
and rowed back at night. The drops of water
fc!l like glittering stars
from our oars."
She said: "As a matter of fact,
I believe
that bisexuality
is almost a necessary factor
in artistic production; at any rate,
the tinge of masculinity within me
helped me
in my work."
She said : "The only technique I can still manage.
It's hardly a technique at all, lithography.
In it
only the essentials count."
A tight-lipped man in a restaurant last night
saying to me:
"Kollwitz? She's too black-and-white."
Ill
Held among wars, watching
all of them
all these people
weavers,
Carmagnole
Looking at
all of them
death, the children
patients in waiting-rooms
famine
the street
the corpse with the baby
floating, on the dark river
A woman seeing
the violent, inexorable
movement of nakedness
and the confession of No
the confession of great weakness, war,
all streaming to one son killed, Peter;
even the son left living; repeated,
the father, the mother; the grandson
another Peter killed in another war; firestorm;
dark, light, as two hands,
this pole and that pole as the gates.
What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?
The world would split open ....
4 Song: The Calling-Up
Rumor, stir of ripeness
rising within this girl
sensual blossoming
of meaning, its light and form.
The birth-cry summoning
out of the male, the father
from the warm woman
a mother in response.
The word of death
calls up the fight with stone
wrestle with grief with time
from the material make
an art harder than bronze.
5 Self-Portrait
Month looking directly at you
eyes in their inwardness looking ,
directly at you
ha1f light half darkness
woman, strong, German, young artist
flows into
wide sensual mouth meditating
lookking right at you
eyes shadowed with brave hand
looking deep at you
flows into
wounded brave mouth
grieving and hooded eyes
alive, German, in her first War
flows into
strength of the worn face 2
a skein of lines
broods, flows into
mothers among the war graves
bent over death
facing the father
stubborn upon the field
flows into
the marks of her knowing_
Nie Wieder Krieg
repeated in the eyes
flows into
"Seedcorn must not be ground"
and the grooved cheek
lips drawn fine
the down-drawn grief
face of our age
flows into
Pieta, mother and
between her knees
life as her son in death
pouring from the sky of
one more war
flows into
face almost obliterated
hand over the mouth forever
hand over one eye now
the other great eye
closed
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Not To Be Printed,
Not To Be Said,
Not To Be Thought
I'd rather be Muriel
than be dead and be Ariel.
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The German 'Nie wieder Krieg' means 'No More War' (lit. 'never again war'), the slogan of the anti-war marches that are still held here in Aug/Sept (the
beginning of the First World War). Kollwitz produced a famous poster banner with it for the 1924 Youth Day in Leipzig:
http://www.dhm.de/lemo/objekte/pict/p62-23/index.html
'She ends on Michelangelo' s Pieta" and one of Kollwitz's, too:
This is the copy standing on the national monument mourning the victims of war and tyranny in Berlin - here a fuller picture:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/97924400@N00/2574129952
Miss Drake