by Ezra Pound
Good God! They say you are risqué,
We who went out into the four A. M. of the world
Composing our albas,
We who shook off our dew with the rabbits,
We who have seen even Artemis a-binding her sandals,
Have we ever heard the like?
O mountains of Hellas!!
Gather about me, O Muses!
When we sat upon the granite brink in Helicon
Clothed in the tattered sunlight,
Muses with delicate shins,
O Muses with delectable knee-joints,
When we splashed and were splashed with
The lucid Castalian spray,
Had we ever such an epithet cast upon us!
Housed in a sunny, yellow 17th century palace, Lisbon’s Museu de Arte Antiga is home to Portugal’s brightest collection of European paintings, many created by Portuguese painters. Continue reading “MUSEUM FEATURE: Lisbon, Portugal’s Best Works at the Museum of Antique Arts”
“I learned a terrible lie somewhere along the way that hindered my learning for a very long time: the old masters were only able to create the work they did because they were blessed with god-like talent and no one has that kind of talent anymore.”
These cold and bright snowy landscapes make us glad for the warmth of a hearth and a spiked beverage!
Schoenberg’s dark orchestral love poem Verklärte Nacht (Transfigured Night), Op. 4, I sets the backdrop for Janse van Vuuren’s deconstructed human figures in this third installment of the Sound + Sculpture Series.
The wine is flowing. Gleaming platters are stacked high with, bread, crusty lobsters, luscious grapes and berries. Looking at the bountiful still lifes of 1600s Flemish painters is enough to get your mouth watering. And then you look closer.
Queen, nymphomaniac, victim! History has called “hysteria” on women time and time again when they proved unruly.
” ’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with daisies lie”
“lascivious acts, brewing, hexing, goat-worshipping, broomstick-flying. For ages, we have been obsessed with the perceived power of Wyrd women to create and to destroy.”