Samuel Palmer, A Hilly Scene, c. 1826-28
From the Tate Gallery:
This is one of Palmer’s finest works, painted shortly after he settled in Shoreham in Kent. The Darent valley appeared to Palmer a perfect, neo-Platonic world and he called it the ‘Valley of Vision’. In this picture he creates an ideal image of pastoral contentment, unaffected by the outside world. The unseasonal combination of flowering horse-chestnut and huge ripe heads of wheat symbolise fertility and the richness of the soil, and Palmer may have been inspired by Edmund Spenser’s lines from the Faërie Queene (1596), Book iii, Canto VI, beginning ‘There is continuall spring, and harvest there’. The prominent church spire signifies a divine presence within the landscape. This is emphasised by the gothic arch created by the branches at the top of the composition, which relates closely to Coming from Evening Church. In the background, the characteristic rounded hills of Shoreham and the crescent moon, here shown on its back, were later adopted as motifs by artists of the mid-twentieth century. Inspired by John Milton’s poetic evocations, the moon in its various phases became a recurring feature in Palmer’s work.
|—||Manil Suri, from The City of Devi (via the-final-sentence)|
and part of me that reaches for warmth,
and part of me that breaks open
like mythic fruit,
the golden orange every prince will fight
Gordon Parks, Young Gang Leader, Harlem, c. 1948
From the Cleveland Museum of Art:
A writer, musician, film director, and photographer, Parks was one of the most important and influential photojournalists of the 20th century. With talent, ambition, and persistence, Parks took portraits, covered the fashion industry, and documented events and people around the world. He is best known for photographs dealing with the social fabric of African Americans. From one of his early and important photo-essays for Life magazine, this intimate portrait of a young gang leader in Harlem features Parks at his best-at once lyrical, poignant, political, and beautiful.
your children dumb on earth
moldy bread unleavened.
|—||Carl Sandburg, from “Prayers After World War” (via the-final-sentence)|
|—||Carl Sandburg, from “Corn Hut Talk” (via the-final-sentence)|