John Massey Call for Entries American Institute of Graphic Arts 1984 lithograph (poster) Art Institute of Chicago |
Mary Koga Ginkgo #14 1984 C-print Art Institute of Chicago |
Katherine Bradford Inland 1984 oil on canvas Portland Museum of Art, Maine |
Gilles Boisvert Blues de La Barrière 1984 acrylic on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Maria Cooper Janis Untitled 1984 C-print Wichita Art Museum, Kansas |
Reenie Schmerl Willimantic, Connecticut 1984 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
Adrienne Gaha What are little boys made of? 1984 drawing National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Eleanor Allen Shelf Life #2 1984 watercolor on paper Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Annie Beaugrand-Champagne Atlas 1984 acrylic on panel Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Davida Allen Peta reading to the Babies 1984 oil on canvas University of Queensland Art Museum, Brisbane |
Davida Allen Josephine and Self with Calf 1984 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Tom Hopkins Warrior 1984 oil on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Denis Lebel Avalanche II 1984 acrylic on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Alain Chagnon Arrival of Boy George 1984 gelatin silver print Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Pierre Dorion Étage condamné 1984 enamel on canvas Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Brian Dunlop Portrait of Queen Elizabeth II 1984 oil on canvas National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Sonnets from China
XVI
Our global story is not yet completed,
Crime, daring, commerce, chatter will go on,
But, as narrators find their memory gone,
Homeless, disterred, these know themselves defeated.
Some could not like nor change the young and mourn for
Some wounded myth that once made children good,
Some lost a world they never understood,
Some saw too clearly all that man was born for.
Loss is their shadow-wife, Anxiety
Receives them like a grand hotel, but where
They may regret they must: their doom to bear
Love for some far forbidden country, see
A native disapprove them with a stare
And Freedom's back in every door and tree.
– W.H. Auden (1938)