Books Recommended By Tom Lohre
Escher on Escher : exploring the infinite / M.C. Escher ; with a contribution
by J.W. Vermeulen ; translated from the Dutch by Karin Ford
Escher, M. C. (Maurits Cornelis), 1898-1972.
769.92 E74Ze, 1989
Tom’s daughter was assigned to write about an artist. She picked Escher.
Tom recommended she seek what the artist really said. She got a good grade
with a general survey of the artist. Tom went looking for a book with
Escher’s words and found the mother lode. Escher’s words reminded Tom
of his artist friend John Rouse. John was consumed with his art as Escher
was. They looked the same. They thought the same. Tom’s feels they were
the same.
Escher’s letter to his children:
Children, children, children. When you pronounce a word a few times in
succession, you don't know what it means anymore. You then still hear
only those funny Dutch sounds. . . .
Again and again the large flocks of starlings fly up out of the tops of
the tall beech trees, circle around, and sit down again in another top.
This quiet Sunday morning, mother and Arthur not yet gotten up, I see
them circling past again and again, high above the window of my studio.
They feel the fall migration coming, they are being called somewhere,
their group consciousness is restless. . . .
These days I have great trouble accepting my fate when I think of you.
That's why I have buried myself in sphere spirals. What can I say to them,
what can I say to them? I
never said anything to them when we talked, and now I have to do it in
writing? There the starlings come again. In groups of 30 or 50 at a time
they alight in the top of the tall beech tree, already partially defoliated,
which stands at a diagonal behind the oak in
our garden. They all make the same soft little whistling sounds. The pope
is dead. He is lying in a glass casket, just like Snow White. He is wearing
red slippers with a cross embroidered on top and the Americans have fired
a projectile that perhaps will never again return to earth. It sure is
nice that for a change it isn't the Russians, even though it seems that
the thing will bypass the moon, and that guy in the Hawaiian Islands will
sit there like a fool with his button that he is supposed to press.
So weall play our own little game and none of us know why, not the starlings,
not the comedians with their dress-up party for a dead man in Rome, not
the conquerors of gravity in the United States, not you in the big city
of Montreal, and I with my sphere spirals least of all. It is a sad business,
but it is fascinating and remains so for the time being. . . .
The Philosophy
of Composition by Edgar Allen Poe
The complete fiction
of Bruno Schulz
Schulz, Bruno, 1892-1942.
ISBN: 0802710913 : $22.95
PG7158.S294 A2813 1989
Title: The complete fiction of Bruno Schulz / with an afterword by Jerzy
Contents note: The street of crocodiles -- Sanatorium under the sign of
the hourglass.
The drawings of Bruno Schulz
Schulz, Bruno, 1892-1942.
ISBN: 0810109646 (lib. bdg.)
ISBN: 0810109654 (pbk.)
Local DDC call #: 741.9438 qS388Zs, 1990
Personal name: Schulz, Bruno, 1892-1942.
Title: The drawings of Bruno Schulz / edited and with an introduction
by Jerzy Ficowski ; with an essay by Ewa Kuryluk ; photographs by Adam
Kaczkowski.
Publication info: Evanston, Ill. : Northwestern University Press, 1990.
Personal subject: Schulz, Bruno, 1892-1942--Catalogs.
Topical subject: Erotic drawing--Poland--Catalogs.
Blue Book of Sailing, Adam Cort
Be Your Own Sailing Coach, Jon
Emmett
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