In the inexplainable algorithms of synchronicity, yesterday I became interested in the art of Wassily Kandinsky. Today, it’s Franz Marc Coincidentally or not, both were expressionists and co-founders of Der Blaue Reiter, a journal from which their circle of artists took its name. If only this enthusiasm had appeared on the gloomy, gray days of winter when my brain was sluggish and my life needed some color. Now, I’m finally willing to look up from my books and go outside, looking for the latest signs of warm weather.
in the shelter of the rock
rise from winter beds
This morning, we followed the sky paths of geese to see them settle in a field like picnickers, then scatter again at our approach.
chorus of trumpets
wings spread, geese mount the blue steed
spiral into spring
Back at home, I was like a dog after a scent. I searched for information about Expressionist poetry and found, in Encyclopedia Brittanica: “The dominant theme of Expressionist verse was horror over urban life and apocalyptic visions of the collapse of civilization.” It’s probably not the best style for a song of hope and joy. On the other hand, they “sought an ecstatic, hymnlike lyricism.” Eventually, Kandinsky’s work began to reflect utopian artistic experiments. “The circle,” claimed Kandinsky, “is the synthesis of the greatest oppositions. It combines the concentric and the eccentric in a single form and in equilibrium.”
Inspired by Haibun Wednesday on GoDogGoCafe, and the following Psalms.
“Oh come, let us sing to the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation! Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving; let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!”
“For you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.”