The world around us contains innumerable small dispensations of this sort, doesn't it?
Imagine this: for the brief time that it blooms, that tiny yellow flower stands at the center of the surface of our spinning globe. The flower is the mid-point: everything else on Earth flows up to it and away from it.
Eliot Hodgkin, "Two Hyacinth Bulbs" (1966)
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower -- but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
Alfred Tennyson, The Holy Grail and Other Poems (1870). Tennyson left the poem untitled.
Eliot Hodgkin, "Five Variegated Ivy Leaves" (1960)
4 comments:
Beautiful words and paintings!
Thank you,
Merisi
Merisi: it is very nice to hear from you again.
I'm pleased that you liked the poem and the paintings. As a long-time visitor, I'm sure you've noticed that I am an admirer of Eliot Hodgkin's work: somehow he manages to fill his paintings of ordinary things (which are not ordinary at all, of course) with a great deal of life and feeling.
Thank you very much for visiting, and for your thoughts.
I learned about Eliot Hodgkin through your posts, and you are so right, of course, about his ability to make so-called ordinary things shine.
I always enjoy coming here.
Merisi: thank you for the follow-up comment. That is an excellent way to describe Hodgkin: he does, as you say, make "so-called ordinary things shine."
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