August Sander Traveling Carpenters 1928 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Lotte Stam-Beese Group Portrait, Weaving Workshop, Bauhaus, Dessau 1928 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Albert Renger-Patzsch Frost on Moorland 1928 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Karl Blossfeldt Papaver orientale 1928 gelatin silver print Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia |
Maurice Denis L'Ormière à Bessan 1928 oil on canvas Denver Art Museum |
Emilio Varela Isabel Cubist Still Life with Typewriter 1928 oil on canvas Museo de Bellas Artes Gravina en Alicante |
Herschel C. Logan Back Porch 1928 woodcut Wichita Art Museum, Kansas |
Herschel C. Logan Creek in Winter 1928 color woodblock print Wichita Art Museum, Kansas |
William Nicholson Moss and Feather by W.H. Davies 1928 lithograph (cover of poetry pamphlet) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Leo John Meissner Barber Shop 1928 linocut Wichita Art Museum, Kansas |
Charles Ricketts Troy by Humbert Wolfe 1928 linocut and letterpress (cover of poetry pamphlet) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Walter Sickert Portrait of Degas 1928 oil on canvas (based on a photograph taken in 1883) Château Musée de Dieppe |
Le Corbusier (Charles-Édouard Jeanneret) Zwei Akte 1928 drawing, with added watercolor Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario |
Otto Hettner Self Portrait 1928 oil on canvas Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden |
Wanda Gag Exhibition Flyer 1928 wood-engraving and letterpress National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Jessie Willcox Smith School, Again! 1928 watercolor on paper (cover design for Good Housekeeping magazine) Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Mundus et Infans
Kicking his mother until she let go of his soul
Has given him a healthy appetite: clearly, her rôle
In the New Order must be
To supply and deliver his raw materials free;
Should there be any shortage,
She will be held responsible; she also promises
To show him all such attentions as befit his age.
Having dictated peace,
With one fist clenched behind his head, heel drawn up to thigh,
The cocky little ogre dozes off, ready,
Though, to take on the rest
Of the world at the drop of a hat or the mildest
Nudge of the impossible,
Resolved, cost what it may, to seize supreme power and
Sworn to resist tyranny to the death with all
Forces at his command.
A pantheist not a solipsist, he co-operates
With a universe of large and noisy feeling-states
Without troubling to place
Them anywhere special, for, to his eyes, Funnyface
Or Elephant as yet
Mean nothing. His distinction between Me and Us
Is a matter of taste; his seasons are Dry and Wet;
He thinks as his mouth does.
Still, his loud iniquity is still what only the
Greatest of saints become – someone who does not lie:
He because he cannot
Stop the vivid present to think, they by having got
Past reflection into
A passionate obedience in time. We have our Boy-
Meets-Girl era of mirrors and muddle to work through,
With a universe of large and noisy feeling-states
Without troubling to place
Them anywhere special, for, to his eyes, Funnyface
Or Elephant as yet
Mean nothing. His distinction between Me and Us
Is a matter of taste; his seasons are Dry and Wet;
He thinks as his mouth does.
Still, his loud iniquity is still what only the
Greatest of saints become – someone who does not lie:
He because he cannot
Stop the vivid present to think, they by having got
Past reflection into
A passionate obedience in time. We have our Boy-
Meets-Girl era of mirrors and muddle to work through,
Without rest, without joy.
Therefore we love him because his judgements are so
Frankly subjective that his abuse carries no
Personal sting. We should
Frankly subjective that his abuse carries no
Personal sting. We should
Never dare offer our helplessness as a good
Bargain, without at least
Promising to overcome a misfortune we blame
History or Banks or the Weather for: but this beast
Dares to exist without shame.
Bargain, without at least
Promising to overcome a misfortune we blame
History or Banks or the Weather for: but this beast
Dares to exist without shame.
Let him praise our Creator with the top of his voice,
Then, and the motions of his bowels; let us rejoice
Then, and the motions of his bowels; let us rejoice
That he lets us hope, for
He may never become a fashionable or
Important personage;
However bad he may be, he has not yet gone mad;
Whoever we are now, we were no worse at his age;
So of course we ought to be glad
He may never become a fashionable or
Important personage;
However bad he may be, he has not yet gone mad;
Whoever we are now, we were no worse at his age;
So of course we ought to be glad
When he bawls the house down. Has he not a perfect right
To remind us at every moment how we quite
Rightly expect each other
To go upstairs or for a walk, if we must cry over
Spilt milk, such as our wish
That, since apparently we shall never be above
Either or both, we had never learned to distinguish
Between hunger and love?
To remind us at every moment how we quite
Rightly expect each other
To go upstairs or for a walk, if we must cry over
Spilt milk, such as our wish
That, since apparently we shall never be above
Either or both, we had never learned to distinguish
Between hunger and love?
– W.H. Auden (1942)