The Blog of John Walford, British-born, but long resident in The United States. I am an art historian, currently studying satire in Netherlandish art, an amateur photographer, and occasional writer, who writes here about art, photography, and the human condition--some of it ekphratic poetry, responding to works of art. This is to be a site for words and images, interacting on one another, as vehicles of human expression.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Lost Sunlight, 2013
The clock turned counter
One fulsome, sunlit hour.
Turned the other way.
Missing the radiance
Of this bright day.
Cursed the soul that
Skipped that blessed hour,
Plunged into Winter,
To nestle in his bower.
-- John Walford, November 3rd, 2013.
Monday, March 18, 2013
"San Martino - Nestled, Securely, under the Hills"
To stroll, to lean on a balcony, to look out,
And let one's eyes feast, where others have before.
Sunshine, warm after winter, caresses the soil,
Readies it for the first bloom of Spring!
And all a while, San Martino's has stood there,
Weathering each winter, stalwart, symbol of hope,
There through all the changing seasons,
Nestled under hillside shelter, its pink tower,
Standing steady, there for us to reassure!
--JW, for Melisenda2010, March 18, 2013.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Something so soft and subtle,
The casual eye passes bye.
Wait, watch, and wonder,
At pastel patterns playing.
--JW, for Steffen Tuck, who, as always, slows my eye, to great reward, March 1st, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Flickr's hedbavny's "Auf da Simmeringer Had - Vienna, off the beatenpath - Simmeringer Haide", February 2013
Power pulses high above,
Unaware that bitter frost grips
All below in the vice of death.
Where once fresh flowers bloomed,
Now all lies abandoned, doomed.
Every living thing returns to dust.
--JW, for Hedbavny, February 19, 2013.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Three worlds I saw below,
One - made of pebbles, and stones -
Really was below, and would let me go
No further down. Sealed, definite, stop!
One - seen below, but not really so -
Threw a feathery expanse of delicate
Limbs, a protective shroud, over me.
Yet there was a third, beyond,
Grey, and powder blue, impenetrable;
But parting its veil, here and there,
I thought to glimpse, or did I imagine,
A force, a life, an ineffable energy.
--JW, for the well-gazer, Jacob Schere, February 5, 2013
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- John Walford
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- I am a British-born, art historian, teaching in the USA; I studied law, in England,1964-68; worked part-time in the art world, 1968-69; then studied art history at the Vrije Universiteit, Amsterdam, 1969-76; completed my Ph.D. diss. at the University of Cambridge, 1981; moved to the States in 1981, and have since written, or co-authored, other books. I am currently studying satire in Netherlandish art. My wife, Maria, was born in Milan, Italy, where she worked as an interpreter, in business; she spent seven years in Switzerland, at the University of Lausanne, 1963-70. She came to Amsterdam in 1971, and we soon married. She is a wife, mother, literary critic, of Italian (and French) literature, and completed her Ph. D. diss. in 2002, at the University of Chicago, on Cesare Pavese and His Critics. We have three married children, and eight grandchildren, all of whom we excessively adore! I welcome dialog about art, photography, human behavior, beliefs, and motivation from all comers, regardless of race, color, gender, orientation, values, or beliefs. This is to be a site for words and images, as vehicles of human expression, around topics of mutual interest.