I’m not threatening or anything like that.
And my arrows are not of desire and I don’t have a chariot of fire, either.**
Nor do I want Cupid spearing me in the heart: I cannot stand or understand the falling-in-and-out-of-love routine. So exhausting and beside the point.
It is just that hunting season has begun.
You hear a strange report from Nevers in France that a man has just been found with a crossbow arrow through his heart in a shed of the house in which he lived with mother and brother.
And you think to yourself:
Wait now. Where’s my bow?
Where is my embossed and gilded quiver? Is there anyone out there making arrows?
Diana, where are you? Artemis, then….. Could you get off your many pedestals please……….
We need to go hunting no matter what the vegans are saying.
Let alone in the Sapiens’, it is in the hominid order………
Diana, this cast 1893-94, bronze. Augustus Saint-Gaudens, 1848-1907, American. Metropolitan Museum, NY
Augustus Saint-Gaudens’ Diana in The National Gallery, Washington, DC
Augustus Saint Gaudens’ Diana in the Philadelphia Art Museum
This beautiful piece, probably in bronze, was at the late, lamented Corcoran. I do not know its provenance and have not yet found it at the National Gallery of Art, DC who inherited whatever it wanted from the Corcoran.
Picture with An Archer, 1909, oil on canvas. Vasily Kandinsky, French born Russia, 1866-1944. MOMA, NY
The Museum points out that Kandinsky was moving towards abstraction and did so fully not long after this painting, set in his native Russia, was completed.
Archer and Unliberated Woman, 1987, oil on canvas. Honoré Sharrer, 1920-2009, American. Collection of the artist’s family.
The pose of the archer is that of a statue of a Greek Trojan archer found at the Sanctuary of Aphaia at Aegina and dated to 500 BCE. The unliberated woman is another Helen of Troy for this artist.
On display at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, Pennsylvania in 2017
Cupid, 1530, painted by Lucas Cranach the Elder, 1472 – 1553, German. Philadelphia Art Museum. 2016
The Hunter, 1906, oil on canvas. N.C. Wyeth, 1882-1945. Brandywine River Museum, Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania
**A poem by William Blake, (1757-1827, British) appended to another much longer poem.
It is not clear whether the poet was inveighing only against the noxious consequences for workers of the first Industrial revolution; or against the dominance of the Church of England also.
Poured through our ears and into our hearts from when we were very young as an absolute obligation to social justice.
Another work revolution is upon us with catastrophically noxious results for large numbers of workers.
Adopted as ‘Jerusalem’ (with music by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, 1848-1918, British), by the British Left.
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire.
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land