Camus clearly in vogue at the moment! Thanks for this!
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Mario Giacomelli (1925-2000)
Looks very interesting-Prima!!
Inzwischen ist es schon drei Jahre her, dass ich die Collagen für das Buch Landtiere im Eichhörnchenverlag zeichnete.
Zwei der Collagen arbeitete ich mit einem Foto von Ninas Pferd.
Beide Collagen von Ninas Pferd sind heute im Buch Landtiere zu finden. Das Buch Landtiere entstand unter dem Aspekt, den kleinsten Kindern die Tierwelt künsterlisch näher zu bringen. Drei Jahre später kann ich sagen, dass viele meiner “großen” Fans das Buch für sich gekauft haben.
Bevor ich näher auf das Pappbilderbuch eingehe, möchte ich euch empfehlen, den Film “Kunst, die glücklich macht: Das Pferd mit Pferd im Pferd” anzusehen.
Auf der Verlagsseite des Eichhörnchenverlags stehen folgende Erläuterungen zum Buch:
Das Bilderbuch LANDTIERE hat sich eines Klassikers unter den Bilderbuchthemen angenommen.
Die bewusst nicht retuschierten Fotografien in Verbindung mit leuchtenden Tuschezeichnungen vermitteln die natürliche Schönheit der Tiere und ihrer Umgebung.
Mit seinen starken Farben und klaren Formen richtet sich das Bilderbuch an…
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A micro-anthology of devotion poems
A most interesting selection
- Man and Wife, Robert Lowell, ‘blossoms on our magnolia ignite/the morning with their murderous five days’ white’. (Lowell was a master of the three-part-line)
- What is there to say, Jack Gilbert, ‘there is this stubborn provincial singing in me’
- The Muse, Anna Akhmatova, ‘When in the night I await her coming/my life seems stopped.’
- Psalm 143, King James Version, ‘Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name’s sake: for thy righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.’ (Purcell, ‘Thy Word is a Lantern’)
- Sonnet, Robert Hass, ‘Outside, white,/patient animals, and tangled vines, and rain.’
- The Eve of St Agnes, John Keats, ‘A casement high and triple-arch’d there was,/ All garlanded with carven imag’ries/ Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass,/ And diamonded with panes of quaint device…’
- The toome road, Seamus Heaney, ‘O charioteers, above your dormant guns,/It…
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Sliding forth from their schools and their
colleges, their ancient bedecked halls;
still these wretched noble scions are
heading into limousines soft lined,
grasping for power. Each imbued with
lust for glory; rapacious like a young tiger.
How can we pull out rugs
from under privilege and
with avenging trumpets shake their
insolence? Tumble down the walls
of undeserved unearned wealth with
determination and yet with level heads
without acrimony or taint of
dishonour cast them into the past like trophy horns of bison.
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Man Ray (1890-1976)
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A micro-anthology of Imagist poems
Been meaning to read some Pound as well. Thanks for this- useful and interesting.
- Autumn, T.E. Hulme, ‘i walked abroad,/And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge.’
- Eurydice, H.D.,’Fringe upon fringe/of blue crocuses,/crocuses, walled against blue of themselves,/blue of that upper earth,/blue of the depth upon depth of flowers,/lost;’
- Blizzard, William Carlos Williams, ‘Hairy looking trees stand out/in long alleys/over a wild solitude.’
- The Blue Scarf, Amy Lowell, ‘How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!’
- Madrigal, Richard Aldington, ‘But daylight brought no slumber to my pain.’
- Rain, Ted Hughes, ‘Every half-ton cow/Sinks to the fetlock at every sliding stride.’
- Rain, Don Paterson, ‘I love all films that start with rain:/rain, braiding a windowpane/or darkening a hung-out dress…’
- Rain, Jack Gilbert, ‘Joy has been a habit./Now/Suddenly/This rain.’
- Rain, Edward Thomas, ‘Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon.’
- Marengo, Mary Oliver, ‘When I have to die, I would like to die/on a day of rain.’
- Rain Light, W.S. Merwin, ‘look at the old house in the dawn rain/all the flowers are forms of water’ (audio/video)
- Sestina, Elizabeth Bishop, ‘the child/is watching the teakettle’s small hard tears/dance like mad on the hot black stove,/the way the rain must dance on the house.’
- Spring Storm, William Carlos Williams, ‘It collects swiftly,/dappled with black/cuts a way for itself/through green ice in the gutters.’
- King Lear, III.ii, Shakespeare, ‘You…
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