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| Louis-Émile Adan Painter's Studio with Model wrapped in Japanese Silk ca. 1890-1900 watercolor and gouache on paper National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Wilhelm Bendz Sculptor in Studio working from Life 1827 oil on canvas Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen |
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| Louis-Léopold Boilly Three Young Artists in the Studio ca. 1820 drawing Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
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| Georges Braque Artist and Model 1939 oil on canvas Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena |
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| Lovis Corinth Self Portrait 1914 oil on panel Neue Pinakothek, Munich |
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| attributed to Felice Giani The Life School ca. 1810 drawing National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
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| Jean Heiberg Self Portrait at the Easel 1919 oil on canvas National Gallery of Norway, Oslo |
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| Charles-François Hutin Ut Pictura Poesis (valorization of academic art training) 1745-46 drawing, with watercolor Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Diane Hillier MacDonald Standing Model 1956 drawing Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum |
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| Giacomo Manzù Artist and Model 1964 etching Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Max Meldrum Interior with Easel ca. 1943 oil on canvas National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
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| Edvard Munch Parisian Model 1896 oil on canvas National Gallery of Norway, Oslo |
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| Philip Pearlstein Male and Female Models on a Kilim Rug 1978 oil on canvas Yale University Art Gallery |
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| Pablo Picasso Painter with Two Models regarding a Canvas 1927 etching Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Fritz von Uhde Models Resting 1908 oil on canvas Neue Pinakothek, Munich |
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| Anders Zorn Albert Besnard and his Model 1896 etching National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
from Ninety-Fifth Street
We like to think our lives are what they study to become,
And yet so much of life is waiting, waiting on a whim.
And yet so much of life is waiting, waiting on a whim.
So much of what we are is sheer coincidence,
Like a sentence whose significance is retrospective,
Made up out of elementary particles that are in some sense
Simply sounds, like syllables that finally settle into place.
You probably think this is a poem about poetry
Like a sentence whose significance is retrospective,
Made up out of elementary particles that are in some sense
Simply sounds, like syllables that finally settle into place.
You probably think this is a poem about poetry
(And obviously it is), yet its real subject is time,
For that's what poetry is – a way to live through time
And sometimes, just for a while, to bring it back.
* * *
As life goes on
You start to get increasingly distracted by your own reflection
And the darkness gradually becoming visible at the end.
And the darkness gradually becoming visible at the end.
I try not to look too far ahead, but just to stay here –
Quick now, here, now, always – only something pulls me
Back (as they say) to the day, when poems were more like secrets,
With their own vernacular, and you could tell your friends
By who and what they read.
By who and what they read.
– John Koethe (2009)