Monday Morning Musings:
My dreams–a language-storm of do,
I try to recall
and wonder who are you—
and which is me—
all is enigma and mystery,
like a portrait-sitter lost in time
sublime or shaded, half-smile, three-quarter face
a hint of her wishes, or the artist’s embrace
of unconscious desire, inspiration
in symbols of her worth, still in last laugh–
she gazes into the future,
can she imagine
how she’ll be carted through wars, another spoil,
a wall-hung prize, monster-cherished–
the attraction of beauty to the beast—
opposites, and circles
of the sun and moon–
with light comes shadow,
honeyed joy and bitter sorrow
alternate—the universe’s tessellated patterns
as time moves on. . .
Now, little bird
silent-sitter, waiting to strike–
living dinosaur, a portrait, too.
We finally have a beautiful day after days of oppressive heat, humid, and storms.
I just finished The Night Portrait, a novel by Laura Morelli. I enjoyed both the writing and the story. It takes place in the fifteenth century as Leonardo da Vinci is painting Cecilia Gallerani, then the young mistress of Ludovico Sforza, and during WWII as the Nazis and confiscated art, and the Monuments Men are trying to find the stolen art.
We watched an Icelandic series on Netflix called Katla. If you like dark brooding Scandi-noir mixed with a bit of the supernatural, you’ll like it. It reminded me a little bit of the German series Dark. It’s about a town, now nearly deserted because an underwater volcano has started erupting, and mysterious things begin happening. . .We were really intrigued by it and finished the series in a few nights.
We also watched the first episode of season 4 of Unforgotten (PBS). I’m excited that it’s back on.