japonisme: and only time to go

06 February 2011

and only time to go

little rhyme or reason today, other than mystery and color,
and when are mystery and color not enough?

wishing to learn more about this wondrously surrounded verse (from the los angeles county museum collection) i came across an equally wondrous bookstore. (my suggestion? click everything.)

and here's a mystery: is an extraordinary print from one katherine h macdonald. gerrie ran this print back in august '10, which is the same image but clearly another print of it. i found it on an auction site in the UK. i probably went looking for her work after reading his blog, but the big question is.... why have neither of us been able to find anything by her of this level of quality and expertise?! (and only a bare few of lesser quality).

I ASK not riches, and I ask not power,
Nor in her revel rout shall Pleasure view
Me ever, — a far sweeter nymph I woo.
Hail, sweet Retirement!
lead me to thy bower,
Where fair Content has spread
her loveliest flower,
Of more enduring, though less gaudy hue,
Than Pleasure scatters to her giddy crew;
Nor let aught break upon thy sacred hour,
Save some true friend,
of pure congenial soul;
To such the latchet of my wicket-gate
Let me lift freely, glad to share the dole
Fortune allows me, whether small or great,
And a warm heart, that knows not the control
Of Fortune, and defies the frown of Fate.

Henry Francis Cary

want another mystery? so (found on ebay) who the heck is hoobey??! is this some name i made up because i didn't know hoo had done it? but it's quite nice, don't you think? [and we have a winner. the artist is John Hall Thorpe -- thanks, charles!]

and of course it's never a mystery why anyone would want more cuno amiet. his color falls like rain.

THE world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon.
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea.
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreath'ed horn.

William Wordsworth 2

and if i may, a little mystery now: who's signature and work is this? i've had it in my files for almost three years now with nary a clue. (signature clarified for clarity.)

and at last perhaps a guess at my methods: in my last dream last night, this morning, everything suddenly went black and white!

and a one... and a two....

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Blogger Haji baba said...

The first one is John Hall Thorpe.

06 February, 2011 23:02  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

which one, charles? the book?

07 February, 2011 08:36  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

here's the info on the book:


07 February, 2011 08:49  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

or.... do you mean the 'hoobey'? that's more likely, isn't it. thanks! i'll go check it out.

07 February, 2011 08:53  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

ding ding ding ding. (in ascii you could actually make those ding)

thanks charles -- you called it.

07 February, 2011 08:57  
Blogger Gerrie said...

Wish I could tell the maker of the bouquet print It's lovely in its simplicity. I searched every crevice of my files and even far beyond for many days: sorry. I borrow your link to "the book" for my own Blog. I know you'll approve. It was serendipity (I donot believe in luck). Believe it or not the poem came out of the blue (lotusgreen) on my day of retirement. If I was searching for words to describe my new state of mind: I found them. So, please my friends: break upon my sacred hour.

22 February, 2011 10:38  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

oh my god -- that's wonderful, gerrie. fata morgana.

and i want you to know that these poems also mirror the state of mind i've also been in. so i would love to share in your fata morgana. (i'm not even really sure what that means, but it was the title of a book by one of my favorite authors -- william kotzwinkle).

the thing about the bouquet -- i feel that i knew when i saved it!

22 February, 2011 11:54  
Blogger Gerrie said...

Lily, welcome to my bower (or fairy castle?):

22 February, 2011 14:28  
Blogger Gerrie said...

PS, did you know William K. besides Fata Morgana wrote the hilarious Alfred the farting dog ?

22 February, 2011 14:33  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

why thank you, gerrie, and welcome to mine.

i can't believe that you know kotzwinkle's work! though i must say, much as i love him, i think i missed that one.

22 February, 2011 16:39  
Blogger Gerrie said...

I didnt: just the Bad Dog book. But now I will read Fata Morgana. This is THE way to know new books. Favourite books by favourite people. In return: The Cornish Trilogy by Robertson Davies (available in Penguin), I know y'll love it. Best book ever after Márquez' El amor en los tiempos del Cólera and just before Defoe's Robinson Crusoë. I think.

23 February, 2011 00:33  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

well, for some reason, the only two i find in my first pass of my library are 'fata morgana' and 'herr nightengale and the satin woman,' but i think my favorite (wqhich i do have somewhere) is a collection of short stories called 'elephant bangs train' and also wherever 'jewel of the moon' comes from (i reprinted that in my magazine).

i'll check out the cornish trilogy, but i will tell you that if the farting dog one is the only kotzwinkle you've read, it might be very misleading as to my wider taste in fiction. ;^)

23 February, 2011 10:13  

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