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Eternity by Tobias Maxwell

Interesting rebirthing experiences here- echoes of Reich and New Age psychology perhaps?

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Do we remember that first cry we made,

Having struggled to arrive amidst our mother’s screams,

All that pushing and straining, yelling and groaning,

That shift from the embryonic sac

With its life-saving fluid,

Into the world of breathing chaos?

 

This bric-a-brac life with all its flavors,

Untold tragedies and comedies that piled up

Along the journey as we braved all the pitfalls

Until old age appeared quite suddenly.

 

Where did our childhood go,

How did our youth escape us so readily?

Those decades that brought middle age

And the singsong onslaught of retirement.

 

The advent of falling apart unwillingly,

With diseases dangled before our very own eyes,

Like a reflecting pool about to explode

As we prepare for that final cry,

That bursting forth into eternity.

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About the Poet:

Tobias Maxwellis the author of four novels,2165 Hillside, The Month After September

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Robert Antoine Pinchon: La Seine à Rouen au crépuscule (1905)

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Robert Antoine Pinchon, La Seine à Rouen au crépuscule, 1905, oil on paperboard, 65 × 54 cm, Image Source: wikiwand

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Franz Marc: Birds (1914)

Lovely Marc as with Macke- gorgeous colour.

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Franz Marc, Birds, (1914), oil on canvas, Lenbachhaus, Image Source: wikimedia

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The Vulnerability of Asking for Help and Why So Many Struggle with It

Interesting stuff and the reality is of course, as the song goes “people need people”. It seems as well that advanced capitalism- has become especially punitive to basic human needs like shelter rest and protection.

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Some feel ashamed of themselves for being unable to ask for help, so they expect their partner to anticipate their needs, blaming them when they don’t. It’s easier to shame someone else than feel ashamed for being inadequate, whether for an inability to request aid or for even needing it in the first place.

And anger frequently stems from redirected shame, and from the fear of feeling it.

Many of my clients struggle with asking for help. And just as many feel entitled to it. We expect the world to care for our needs as it distracts us from acknowledging our limits. My female clients tend to become frustrated with their spouses for not knowing what they need, as, perhaps, their fathers would. To them, asking for help is akin to being thrown into the depths of a wilderness. They ask, “Why do I have to?” But, underneath that, they’re…

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Book review: Baron Bagge by Alexander Lernet-Holenia (Austria, 1897-1976)

This sounds very interesting and reminds me of Egon Sciele’s sketches of despondent captured Russian officers.

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Translated by Richard and Clara Winston

Austrian author Alexander Lernet-Holenia’s 1936 novella Baron Bagge has been difficult to find in English translation, but has recently been re-issued in a beautiful hardback edition by Penguin Classics, with an introduction by rock memoirist Patti Smith. The English translation by Richard and Clara Winston dates back to 1956.

The book tells the story of Lieutenant Bagge, fighting against Russia with Austro-Hungarian forces, who are overpowered and forced to retreat over the Carpathian Mountains. Their seemingly deranged commander orders them to head north to carry out reconnaissance, in ominous weather, with a Russian assault anticipated at every turn.

They eventually set up camp in a small village, Nagy Mihaly, where the inhabitants seem strangely celebratory, and utterly unfazed by the Russian threat. On his arrival there Bagge immediately meets Charlotte, a passionate, very forward young woman, blonde and pale, who captivates him, and with…

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Mar i Terra, Gambia Street, SE1

This location seems familiar- I-ve just discovered the Daniel Smith range of watercolours which have a remarkable range of lovely colours but not cheap.

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Here is the bar and tapas restaurant “Mar i Terra”, cosily tucked away in a back street near Southwark Station.

“Mar i Terra” Gambia Street SE1, sketched from Scoresby Street. 7″ x 9″ in Sketchbook 12.

There are magnificent Victorian railway arches looping all around, and 21st century buildings in the background, but this building stands defiantly, self-contained and functional.

The restaurant is open Tuesday to Sunday for dinner. It also serves lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I was sketching it on a Wednesday so I sought lunch elsewhere, and discovered the wonderful “Origin Coffee” in Scoresby Street.

According to their website “Mar i Terra” has been serving the people of the neighbourhood since the year 2000. Up until 1999 this building was “The Hop Pole” pub.

The Hop…

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Marie Spartali Stillman: The Last Sight of Fiammetta

Very lovely!

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Marie Spartali Stillman (British, 1844-1927), The last sight of Fiammetta, ‘Above her garland and her golden hair I saw a flame about Fiammetta’s head’ (Boccaccio), signed with monogram (lower right), inscribed on an exhibition label (attached to the reverse), watercolour, bodycolour and gum arabic, 82 x 62cm (32 5/16 x 24 7/16in), Image Source: Bonhams

The present work is the first of Stillman’s based on Rossetti’s translations from Boccaccio, where a sonnet entitled ‘The Last Sight of Fiammetta’ describes what seems to be the death of the beloved:

Round her red garland and her golden hair
I saw a fire about Fiammetta’s head;
Thence to a little cloud I watch’d it fade,
Than silver or than gold more brightly fair;
And like a pearl that a gold ring doth bear,
Even so an angel sat therein, who sped
Alone and glorious throughout heaven, array’d
In sapphires and in gold that…

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Patrick Kavanagh, the Bard of Sexual Frustration and Bad Faith

Psychologically very interesting portrayal of narcissistic superiority and consequent denial of needs.

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As it is St. Patrick’s Day, it is opportune to look back on one of the greatest Irish poetic works of the 20th century, Patrick Kavanagh’s “The Great Hunger“, a longish poem taking up 31 pages in the 2018 Penguin Modern mini-book The Great Hunger. To an Irish person the phrase the great hunger brings to mind the famine of the 1840s, in Irish an Gorta Mór, literally the great hunger. Yet, though Kavanagh’s title clearly evokes this meaning, that is not what the poem is about at all.

The hunger for Kavanagh is sexual. It is the frustration of the rural Irish bachelor, living and working on the land:

Which of these men
Loved the light and the queen
Too long virgin? Yesterday was summer. Who was it promised marriage to himself
Before apples were hung from the ceilings for Hallowe’en?
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Roof of the “Museum of the Home”, Geffrye Street, E2

Wow……delectable detectable Cinnamon!!

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On Geffrye Street near Hoxton Overground station, is the marvellous bakery “Fabrique”. My feet somehow took me there on a sunny day, after I had done my errands in the nearby area. Well, perhaps my errands were not quite nearby. But those cinnamon buns exude an aroma detectable at a considerable distance, like pheromones. So there I was sitting at a table on a sunny pavement and looking for something to sketch. Here’s what I saw.

Roof of the “Museum of the Home” 136 Kingsland Road
London E2 8EA, 3rd February 2023, around noon, in Sketchbook 12

The “Museum of the Home” used to be called the “Geffrye Museum”.

Here is work in progress on the drawing:

Here are the raspberry buns at Fabrique, and a map so you can find them:

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