Night Music: The Weakness In Me

February 6, 2020

A Good Sale In London

February 6, 2020

Christies held an Impressionist and Modern, and Surrealist sale in London last night, and prices were firm.  A Rene Magritte topped the list at $24.6 million, while Tamara de Lempicka’s Portrait de Marjorie Ferry went for a record for the artist at $21.2 million.

A la recontre du plaisir: Rene Magritte


Portrait de Marjorie Ferry: Tamara de Lempicka


The sales brought in a total $138 million, double the $64.9 million collected at Sotheby’s similar sale a few days earlier.


Gibran’s The Prophet on Houses

February 6, 2020

Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.

For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever distant and alone.

Your house is your larger body.

It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream? And dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop?

Would that I could gather your houses into my hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow.

Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments.

But these things are not yet to be.

In their fear your forefathers gathered you too near together. And that fear shall endure a little longer. A little longer shall your city walls separate your hearths from your fields.

And tell me, people of Orphalese, what have you in these houses? And what is it you guard with fastened doors?

Have you peace, the quiet urge that reveals your power?

Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind?

Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?

Tell me, have you these in your houses?

Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and becomes a host, and then a master?

Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires.

Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron.

It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh.

It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.


Grandview 6th February 1920

February 6, 2020


“Vancouver Sun” 19200206, p.13