Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us: there have been many circulations of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of a bud. –George Eliot’s Silas Marner, The Weaver of Raveloe (1861)
Le vierge, le vivace et le bel aujourd'hui
Va-t-il nous déchirer avec un coup d'aile ivre
Ce lac dur oublié que hante sous le givre
Le transparent glacier des vols qui n'ont pas fui! –Mallarmé's Le Cygne (1885)
Our vision retained what were likely perturbations of waking—Abiding what might entail
The Stone-pits tread overawed from overlooking habits curbed by her hair’s gathering furze
No sooner fixing maritime nitrogen, than the situation begins fine-combing kernels uncovered by fire
By an incendiary of the Lantern Yard—Forward-thinking, nearby, an escaped child in the distemper
Of daylight, whose boot spreads the hoof-print; a boat among the marsh horsetail of Peter Doig’s
Grande Rivière (2000-1); rain (instant) for the next 24-36 hours goes unobserved, as does most linen manufacture, with the strangler fig’s rise—Catharanthus roseus,
The Madagasy periwinkle crumbles alternatives, of vinca alkaloids up until target microtubules spin migration from opposite ends—Sub-species roseus,
Greater flamingo; on occasion, Scarlet ibis, mark the flyover to Trinidad—Kriket (Grasshopper) (1998); however sugar plantations might entail
Lesser subsidies, since Napoleonic wars, to the garden fenced with stones on two sides, where purple foxglove is no longer burdened by the perspicacity of pending cures—Peter Doig
Unseals these spaces, as Matisse motored to Trivaux Pond (1917)—Burnished fore-wings; the flying shuttle of limbs hallow rarefactions among the furze—
Far from the vertical garden city of Peter Stamm’s Seven Years (2009), and the troubadour Bishop sympathetic to Catharism, Folquet de Marseilles, of Paradiso IX.96, is marked by me, as I was marked by it, in the most circular orbit of Venus, whose belt is a ring of fire—
At the signal of the approaching car, the house, and trajectory of our oscillations of distemper
The further we have come sowing starlight, by the fear of dowsing for it, where, as has been suggested, an ichneumon lays its eggs—The distemper
Frieze of snow hidden beneath later plasters—Frozen in the woods, behind (Briey) Concrete Cabin (1947-1952; 1996); Buckminster Fuller’s sunsight and sunclipse, whose 34-arcminute deferral is most keenly felt in winter, repairs the blanching nevus roseus
Momentarily, on the resident faces of La Cité Radieuse—Marching on the frozen lake, for another self-confrontation, of Blotter (1993); again, In Reflection (What does your soul look like) (1996)—There, is the re-encountered lichen, Cladonia cristatella, which will not make British soldiers, the fire-red
Spores, until algae enjoin them—Le Poème de l'Angle Droit (1955), and Le Corbusier’s Modulor along the golden section, whose margins it entails
To focus—Robert Hookes’s Micrographia (1665) scanned flax fiber appearing like flawed horn or glass; unshattered by small pulls or concussions, and strongest when wet—Peter Doig’s
Cass Estate, or Red House (1995-6); whose blood claims to these wastes off turnpikes, with emptying stables and orchards, were made for early spring furze
To fodder and to fill the hives—Burnt Norton’s in the mud / Clot the bedded axle-tree (1934-36); in the approach of furze
Jung's gold from the shadow; blessed Chance never delivered—Scythes down, and buried, toward the ardors calling from Night Playground (1997), by an upbringing that entailed
Glazing; Le Corbusier, from La Cité de Refuge (1929-33), subsequently avoided south-facing rooms—Returning to our proprietary Marseille near the cemetery; highlighted with distemper
A 6 x 23 single, for a child, among 23 designs; all of which proclaim a balcony for cultivars christened, “cooler” or “icy”—Amenities assemble into a cabinet of curiosities; walls, where Peter Doig’s
Delivers the answer to their teeming marrow—Ingenuities malcontents, of synthesized C. roseus
The solitary stroller chancing upon a dead pelican, or an abandoned parasol—Antonioni’s nocturnal stirrings of a suspension bridge, vagrant dogs beside the Olympic statue, intended for totality, as Peter Doig’s
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Albertine (2001).
Jacqueline Rose's investigation of Dreyfus, and Zola's libel conviction (23 February 1898)?
We came to the most recent comment through Yevtushenko's "Babyyi Yar" (1961)? Shostakovich later composed the Thirteenth Symphony for this poem, and each courted controversy. I am interested in Julian Barnes's The Noise of Time (2016), which is released here in May.
I have A. Anatoli Kuznetsov's Babi Yar. There is Dina (Vera) Mironovna Pronicheva's escape from a pit 28-29 September 1941, which a further review of Artur Sammler's context unearthed. Ukrainian, Soviet collaboration, with the indeterminacy of ground penetrating radar (no exhumations), throw into question the narrative of the events by deniers, who often politicians.
https://books.google.com/books?id=SqWcR336iW0C&lpg=PA366&dq=Yevtushenko%20%22Babi%20Yar%22&pg=PA366#v=onepage&q=Yevtushenko%20%22Babi%20Yar%22&f=false
https://www.bu.edu/bridge/archive/2000/11-17/artspoem.html
https://books.google.com/books?id=faD3AgAAQBAJ&lpg=PT305&dq=Yevtushenko%20%22No%20monument%20stands%20over%20Babi%20Yar.%22&pg=PT305#v=onepage&q=Yevtushenko%20%22No%20monument%20stands%20over%20Babi%20Yar.%22&f=false
http://www.irishtimes.com/culture/books/the-noise-of-time-by-julian-barnes-review-a-little-too-composed-1.2515420
http://www.nizkor.org/hweb/orgs/german/einsatzgruppen/esg/eye/dina.html
This Sunday I was rereading an article, "Somewhere Different" by Calvin Tomkins on Peter Doig.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/12/11/the-mythical-stories-in-peter-doigs-paintings
I would like to engage with the reading of Derek Walcott's correspondence, Morning Paramin (2016).
I still marvel at the effects achieved from never being a draftsman, nor a competent painter, for that matter. I disapprove of the recent wringing limp figures; it looks like someone cannot be bothered to trace the outlines with the projector, i.e., Venice (2015).
https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/a-trinidadian-friendship-derek-walcott-and-peter-doig
"Such was the import of a note that I recently found in a library copy of Mallarmé’s selected letters: 'Please pray that God would give me the patience and perseverance to get through this next week.'"
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/04/11/stephane-mallarme-prophet-of-modernism
I will put Exercise 88 here.
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Exercise 88. Thank you for reminding me.
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