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Lucia's Pony
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We are the desperate
Who do not care, The hungry Who have nowhere To eat, No place to sleep, The tearless Who cannot Weep. ~Langston Hughes Reception October 7 exhibit at Pacific Grove Library on the Harlem Renaissance (please see below for details!)
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Come,
Let us roam the night together Singing. I love you. Across The Harlem roof-tops Moon is shining. Night sky is blue. Stars are great drops Of golden dew. Down the street A band is playing. I love you. Come, Let us roam the night together Singing ~Langston Hughes Reception Friday night, October 7, 2022 at Pacific Grove Library 5:30-7:30pm Hauk Gallery ~I am showing a portrait I did of Langston Hughes and a friend's dog, Greta on Carmel Beach when he stayed here for a while. Portrait was taken from a photo. Scroll down to see. I got a job now
Runnin' an elevator In the Dennison Hotel in Jersey. Job ain't no good though. No money around. Jobs are just chances Like everything else. Maybe a little luck now, Maybe not. Maybe a good job sometimes: Step out o' the barrel, boy. Two new suits an' A woman to sleep with. Maybe no luck for a long time. Only the elevators Goin' up an' down, Up an' down, Or somebody else's shoes To shine, Or greasy pots in a dirty kitchen. I been runnin' this Elevator too long. Guess I'll quit now. ~ Langston Hughes Where is the Jim Crow section
On this merry-go-round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored Can't sit side by side. Down South on the train There's a Jim Crow car. On the bus we're put in the back-- But there ain't no back to a merry-go-round! Where's the horse For a kid that's black? ~Langston Hughes Desert
Anybody Better than Nobody. In the barren dusk Even the snake That spirals Terror on the sand- Better than nobody In this lonely Land. Tonight the waves march
In long ranks Cutting the Darkness With their silver shanks, Cutting the darkness And kissing the moon And beating the land's Edge into a swoon. ~Langston Hughes  . I painted this painting to submit for an exhibit to take place in Pacific Grove Public Library opening in early October, 2022
dimensions :24x20" Acrylic and collage on canvas (painting drawn and loosely inspired by an existing photo portrait) the exhibit is titled Remember, Rise, Revitalize It will feature the writers, artists and the arts of the Harlem Renaissance ~for more introduction to the poet's conflicted stay in Carmel please see Monterey County weekly, Paul Wilner, July 5, 2018: "The cottage, called Ennisfree - named for a verse by the poet William Butler Yeats - was located on the corner of Thirteenth Street and Carmelo, and it came with free groceries, utilities and a cook. Hughes was accompanied by Sullivan's German shepherd, Greta, named for the reclusive actress Greta Garbo, who often took shelter in Carmel." "Many of the tales in this book were told me by one Paddy Flynn, a little bright-eyed old man, who lived in a leaky and one-roomed cabin in the village of Ballisodare, which is, he was wont to say, 'the most gentle'- whereby he meant faery - place in the whole county of Sligo. ---The first time I saw him he was cooking mushrooms for himself: the next time he was asleep under a hedge, smiling in his sleep. He was indeed always cheerful, though I could see in his eyes (swift as the eyes of a rabbit, when they peered out of their wrinkled holes) a melancholy which was well-nigh a portion of their joy; the visionary melancholy of purely instinctive natures and of all animals."
The Celtic Twilight Faerie and folklore ~W.B.Yeats " I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them. I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined. I have, however, been at no pains to separate my own beliefs from those of the peasantry, but have rather let my men and women, dhouls and faeries, go their way unoffended or defended by any argument of mine. The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me."
The Celtic Twilight Faerie and Folklore ~W.B. Yeats |