Thursday, February 22, 2018

Graphic Images from the Rijksmuseum (18th century)

Giuseppe Passeri
Portrait sketch of a young man
ca. 1703-1713
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Carel de Moor
Head of a young woman
before 1738
etching
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Gilles Demarteau
Studies of noses (drawing manual)
before 1776
etching
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

My Century

The year I was born the atomic bomb went off.
Here I'd just begun, and someone
found the switch to turn off the world.

In the furnace-light, in the central solar fire
of that heat lamp, the future got very finite,
and it was possible to imagine time-travelers

failing to arrive, because there was no future.
Inside the great dark clock in the hall,
heavy brass cylinders descended.

Tick-tock, the chimes changed their tune
one phrase at a time. The bomb became
a film star, its glamorous globe of smoke

searing the faces of men in beach chairs.
Someone threw up every day at school.
No time to worry about collective death,

when life itself was permeated by ordeals.
And so we grew up, beneath an umbrella of acceptance.
In bio we learned there were particles

cruising through us like whales through archipelagoes,
and in civics that if Hitler had gotten the bomb
he'd have used it on the inferior races,

and all this time love was etching its scars
on our skins like maps. The heavens
remained pure, except for little white slits

on the perfect blue skin that planes cut
in the icy upper air, like needles sewing.
From one, a tiny seed might fall

that would make a sun on earth.
And so the century passed, with me still in it,
books waiting on the shelves to become cinders,

what we felt locked up inside, waiting to be read,
down the long corridor of time. I was born
the year the bomb exploded. Twice

whole cities were charred like cities in the Bible,
but we didn't look back. We went on thinking
we could go on, our shapes the same,

darkened now against a background lit by fire.
Forgive me for doubting you're there,
Citizens, on your holodecks with earth wallpaper –

a shadow-toned ancestor with poorly pressed pants,
protected like a child from knowing the future.

– Alan Feldman (2001)

Mattheus Verheyden
Study of left hand
1744
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Mattheus Verheyden
Study of left hand
ca. 1740-50
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Mattheus Verheyden
Study of right hand
ca. 1740-50
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Mattheus Verheyden
Study of right hand
ca. 1740-50
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

circle of François Boucher
Académie
ca. 1750
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Rain Effect

A bride and a groom sitting in an open buggy
in the rain, holding hands but not looking
at each other, waiting for the rain to stop,
waiting for the marriage to begin, embarrassed
by the rain, the effect of the rain on the bridal
veil, the wet horse with his mane in his eyes,
the rain cold as the sea, the sea deep as love,
big drops of rain falling on the leather seat,
the rain beaded on a rose pinned to the groom's
lapel, the rain on the bride's bouquet,
on the baby's breath there, the sound of the rain
hitting the driver's top hat, the rain
shining like satin on the black street,
on the tips of patent leather shoes, Hokusai's
father who polished mirrors for a living, Hokusai's
father watching the sky for clouds, Hokusai's father's son
drawing rain over a bridge and over the people crossing
the bridge, Hokusai's father's son drawing the rain
for hours, Hokusai's father rubbing a mirror, the rain
cold as the sea, the sea cold as love, the sea swelling
to a tidal wave, at the tip of the wave white.

– Mary Ruefle (1996)

Cornelis Joseph d'Heur
Académie
before 1762
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Joseph d'Heur
Académie
before 1762
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Cornelis Joseph d'Heur
Académie
before 1762
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Louis Fabritius Dubourg
Academic models posed as combatants
1728
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Louis Fabritius Dubourg
Academic model posed as prisoner
 1723
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Angelo Bertini after Giovanni Tognolli after Antonio Canova
Statue of Hector
ca. 1793-1838
engraving
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Poems from the archives of Poetry (Chicago)