Anonymous Peruvian Makers Tunic AD 900-1400 cotton net with alpaca tassels Denver Art Museum |
Anonymous Italian Makers Gown for Statuette of the Virgin ca. 1575-1625 silk brocade with gilt-metal threads Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston |
Anonymous Italian Makers Fabric Panel ca. 1600-1650 silk velvet with gilt-metal threads Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston |
Anonymous Italian Makers Fabric Panel 17th century silk brocade Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous Italian Makers Fabric Panel 17th century silk-brocade with gilt-metal threads Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous Chinese Makers Hanging ca. 1600 tapestry-woven silk National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Anonymous English Makers Purse 17th century silk and wool tapestry-work Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge |
Anonymous European Makers Throw ca. 1720-25 silk brocade edged in gold lace Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich |
Anonymous French Makers Fabric Panel ca. 1735 silk brocade Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous French Makers Fabric Panel ca. 1740-60 silk satin Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous French Makers Fabric Panel ca. 1760-70 silk brocade Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous French Makers Fabric Panel ca. 1762-65 silk brocade Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous French Makers Fabric Panel ca. 1800-1825 silk satin with moiré stripes Art Institute of Chicago |
Anonymous French Makers Shawl 1845 wool and cotton Art Institute of Chicago |
Percyval Tudor-Hart (designer) Le Premier Péché ca. 1930 wool and silk (tapestry hanging woven by Léo Belmonte) Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Sonia Delaunay (designer) Syncopée ca. 1973-74 wool (Aubusson tapestry woven at Atelier Pinton) Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Telemachus' Guilt
Patience of the sort my mother
practiced on my father
(which in his self-
absorption he mistook
for tribute though it was in fact
a species of rage – didn't he
ever wonder why he was
so blocked in expressing
his native abandon?): it infected
my childhood. Patiently
she fed me: patiently
she supervised the kindly
slaves who attended me, regardless
of my behavior, an assumption
I tested with increasing
violence. It seemed clear to me
that from her perspective
I didn't exist, since
my actions had
no power to disturb her. I was
the envy of my playmates.
In the decades that followed
I was proud of my father
for staying away
even if he stayed away for
the wrong reasons:
I used to smile
when my mother wept.
I hope now she could
forgive that cruelty; I hope
she understood how like
her own coldness it was,
a means of remaining
separate from what
one loves deeply.
– Louise Glück (1996)