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| Kati Horna and Leonora Carrington Máscara 1962 gelatin silver print NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
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| Kati Horna and Leonora Carrington Ode to Necrophilia 1962 gelatin silver print NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
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| Hans Hofmann Sic Itur ad Astra 1962 oil on canvas Menil Collection, Houston |
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| Renato Guttoso À Marat, à David 1962 oil on canvas Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
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| Mario Giacomelli People of the South: Scanno 1962 gelatin silver print Portland Museum of Art, Maine |
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| Jim Dine Three-Panel Study for Child's Room 1962 oil paint, charcoal and found objects on canvas Menil Collection, Houston |
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| Corneille (Guillaume Cornelis van Beverloo) Untitled 1962 oil paint on vellum NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
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| Hugo Claus Koniga 1962 watercolor and gouache on paper NSU Art Museum, Fort Lauderdale, Florida |
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| Henri Cartier-Bresson Catholic Congress, Hanover, Germany 1962 gelatin silver print Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, New York |
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| Ashley Bryan Studio Still Life, Tremont Avenue, Bronx NY 1962 oil on canvas Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine |
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| Stern Bramson Baron LaVelle in his Home Theatre 1962 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Ernst Benkert Half-Inch Grid 1962 oil on canvas Fleming Museum of Art, Burlington, Vermont |
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| Leonard Baskin William Blake 1962 etching Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
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| Hans Arp Composition in a Circle 1962 colored paper collage Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Josef Albers Study for Homage to the Square: High Spring 1962 oil on panel North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
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| Frank Auerbach E.O.W. looking into the Fire I 1962 oil on board Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
from Horae Canonicae
IV. NONES (part I)
What we know to be not possible,
Though time after time foretold
By wild hermits, by shaman and sybil
Gibbering in their trances,
Or revealed to a child in some chance rhyme
Like will and kill, comes to pass
Before we realize it. We are surprised
At the ease and speed of our deed
And uneasy: It is barely three,
Mid-afternoon, yet the blood
Of our sacrifice is already
Dry on the grass, we are not prepared
For silence so sudden and so soon;
The day is too hot, too bright, too still,
Too ever, the deed remains too nothing.
What shall we do till nightfall?
The wind has dropped and we have lost our public.
The faceless many who always
Collect when any world is to be wrecked,
Blown up or burnt down, cracked open,
Felled, sawn in two, hacked through, torn apart,
Have all melted away. Not one
Of these who in the shade of walls and trees
Lie sprawled now, calmly sleeping,
Harmless as sheep, can remember why
He shouted or what about
So loudly in the sunshine this morning;
All if challenged would reply
– "It was a monster with one red eye
A crowd that saw him die, not I." –
The hangman has gone to wash, the soldiers to eat:
We are left alone with our feat.
– W.H. Auden (1950)