More art, more women

Monday in NY, a little rainy but not terribly cold. I am going to see the Agnes Martin exhibit today at the Guggenheim, a museum I have enjoyed since I was a teenager first coming to the city on my own.

I am thinking about all the foremothers, today, the poets, authors, artists who blazed a trail with their creativity, despite the contempt they often encountered. Like Amy Lowell, who was often derided, but wrote, wrote, wrote.

lowellLacquer Prints (by Messenger)

One night
When there was a clear moon,
I sat down
To write a poem
About maple trees.
But the dazzle of moonlight
In the ink
Blinded me,
And I could only write
What I remembered.
Therefore, on the wrapping of my poem
I have inscribed your name.

Amy Lowell

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3 Responses to More art, more women

  1. Simone Treacy-Croft says:

    I adore Agnes Martin, I can feel her paint.

  2. Simone Treacy-Croft says:

    That poem brought my sister back to me.

  3. Meryl says:

    I’m so glad, Simone!!!!

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