Posts Tagged ‘memory’

In Memory of a Cat

Monday, May 29th, 2017

He had a hard entrance into this world and a hard exit, but in between Snowball had a pretty good time. He was Sarah’s constant companion from 2003 until the 22nd of this month. Occasionally he’d deign to leave her side to teach me a few life lessons, such as it’s perfectly normal behavior to hide under the couch whenever Kathy’s relatives would visit or that it is never a bad time to take a nap. An even better lesson he taught me was never to hold a grudge. One may take understandably strong umbrage at having one’s tail stepped on, but it’s beneath one’s dignity to nurture the insult and let it fester. He taught me we all get our tails stepped on but since a lifetime is short, be it one life or nine, it shouldn’t be squandered in cramped pettiness when it can flourish in expansive forgiveness. He was one pretty smart cat. May he rest in peace.

In Memory

Friday, November 4th, 2016

The following is part of a poem by Abraham Lincoln. I feel it’s slightly analogous to what I was trying to say in this painting, even though the painting, by comparison, is but a shabby and decrepit simulacrum. His meditation may not express quite the degree of optimism I tried to hint at in this image, yet I still feel both works share some little things in common; albeit his words are far, far more powerful than my chaotic daubs. And now, Mr. Lincoln, sir, the floor is all yours.

My childhood’s home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s pleasure in it too.

O Memory! thou midway world
‘Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,

And, freed from all that’s earthly, vile,
Seem hallowed, pure and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.

As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle-tones that, passing by,
In distance die away;

As, leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar –
So memory will hallow all
We’ve known but know no more.

Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.

Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things,
But seeing them to mind again
The lost and absent brings.

The friends I left that parting day,
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray;
And half of all are dead.

I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell
And every spot a grave.

I range the fields with pensive tread,
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I’m living in the tombs.