The Hammock Papers: Learn.

13 April 2024

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van Gogh, Daubigny's Garden, 1890

In April time, flowers come like dreams; —

The nightingales, and cuckoo's sing, —

The may-fly setling on the streams,

Makes wrinkles with its russet wing: —

The rivers sedge is sprouting green,

The mare-blobs are in burnished gold,

The daisies spread about the green,

And all is lovely to behold. —

The skylark winnows in the air,

And cheers the valley with his song;

The slopes are green, the scene is fair,

And herd-boys whistle all day long.

The ash tree's they are full of flower,

The fallen ones float on the stream;

The sun through haze like misty shower,

Shines warmly on the lovely scene.

The meadows they are emerald green,

The river sparkles with the light; —

Like snow storms are the orchard seen; —

The fields are with daisies white,

The buttercups are buds of green; —

That bye-and bye-are flowers of Gold,

The fields look warm, the air serene,

And all is lovely to behold.

'Tis spring the April of the year,

The holiday of birds and flowers,

Some build ere yet the leaves appear,

While others wait for safer hours: —

Hid in green leaves that shun the shower,

They're safe and happy all along —

The meanest weed now finds a flower,

The simplest bird will learn a song.

John Clare

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WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL