Renoir – 1879 Seascape
The hurricane is a statement and not a watch or a warning, but the wind is gusty, the sky is grey and there are whitecaps in the harbor…Yep, it’s still Summer, but it wants to be Fall in New England.
On a related note….
New York Times Book Review. August 28, 2016. On Poetry/ David Orr.
“In Loath with the Lyric” p. 16. Review of Ben Lerner’s The Hatred of Poetry.
“Let’s forget the distance between my isolated archipelago and your bustling, workaday neighborhood, and let me tell you about how, where I sit, the ocean seems suspended above the rounded gray and blue-gray stones, how I have seen it over and over, the same sea, the same, slightly, indifferently swinging above the stones, and about how, if you should dip your hand in, your wrist would ache immediately, your bones would begin to ache and your hand would burn as if the water were a transmutation of fire that feeds on stones and burns with a dark gray flame.”
In the article, there’s a reference to William McGonagall The Tay Bridge Disaster
Seascape at Saintes-Maries (Fishing Boats at Sea), 1888, Pushkin Museum, Moscow, Russia