By Sylvia Plath
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,
And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.
The moon, too, abuses her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.
No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.
By Charles Bukowski
Long walks at night–
that’s what good for the soul:
peeking into windows
watching tired housewives
trying to fight off
their beer-maddened husbands.
A Trip to the Earth:
Today the big adventure begins! Starting with Italy and Greece, eating good food, doing yoga, reading about Art.
Here are two cool videos from the start of the twentieth century by two pioneers of special effects, the Cinemagicians Georges Méliès and Segundo de Chomón.
Le Voyage Dans la Lune. Georges Méliès. 1902.
Excursión en la Luna. Segundo de Chomón. 1908.
It’s been a full moon weekend so here’s some moon-themed art:
1. A beautiful mezzotint by Japanese artist Yozo Hamaguchi. I don’t know for sure what the fruit and veg are supposed to represent, but I like to see it as a lemon moon and corn clouds. What do you see?
2. Dancing in the Moonlight by Thin Lizzy.
Just finished reading Archipelago by Trinidadian writer Monique Roffey. One of those great books that gives you the itchy feet! Now I want to conquer not only land, but also sea. I also learned about a phenomenon I never knew existed, the “moonbow”, or lunar rainbow:
“The moon is high in the sky; there is the disappearing squall, and between the squall and the boat — a perfect hoop. Just like a rainbow, except the seven shades of colour are shades of grey and gauzy light, as though it is a rainbow in negative. A wide delicate arc stretches across the night, each end finishing in the sea…A rainbow before it has dressed itself.”
Inside the Artist’s Studio
Landscape in art, De Chirico says here, is not a copy of the exterior world, as the ordinary viewer naturally thinks, but a reflection of the artist’s mind.