Late Winter Blues
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William Schulman
Willie Schulman was born in Winnipeg, Canada in August 1929. He migrated to Milwaukee in 1950, just after a major Red River flood. His first American stop was a day long visit to the Art Institute of Chicago and to the School of The Art Institute because of his interest in Art. He was amazed at the Institutes collections and became dejected by the power of their great paintings, especially their French modernists. His visit to the school reinforced the reality that he couldn't afford it. With eight dollars in his pocket he bought a ticket on the North Shore Line to Milwaukee where he was afforded lodging by his aunt. It took six decades later to realize that the accumulation of Willie's life history is but a chiaroscuro evaluation in pulses of light and dark of a billion paintings, a zillion drawings and a scattering of wordlets that filtered through my brain while alternating between Artist and Poet mode. A more contemporary self-description would describe that I lived in a Bi-Polar world in a Bi-Polar century. The strum of living as any type of Artist/Poet became sandwiched and layered between Ecstasies, Perfect storms, and Alberta Clippers and only offered changes and instabilities as if I were caught in a huge, Jovian sandstorm composed of Graphic Minutia and Tinkling Words that settled into my last life's resolve to aim Higher, Live Longer, and return in the Guise of William Blake rather than 'Little Willie'? Come and decide which Willie is before you?
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Late Winter Blues - William Schulman
Copyright © 2015 by William Schulman.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2015910035
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-5035-8040-4
Softcover 978-1-5035-8042-8
eBook 978-1-5035-8041-1
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
All people depicted in the artwork presented are mine, William Schulman and represents imaginative, artistic images that are not portraits of any real people.
Rev. date: 07/15/2015
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Contents
Binder1-21.jpgMy Studio
Dear Ross
Time
On Douglas Cumming’s Birthday
Traveler’s Thoughts On the Road to Monet
Fall
Crumbs
Times
Natalia’s Journey
Nausea
Reflections
Ennui
Anxiety
Silence
Boa
Blackbirds
Moon
Rabid Raisins
Bear
Random Thoughts
The Edge
Thoughts Induced by a Cool Glass of Beer at the End of a Hectic Day.
Figure/Ground
Craft is Measure
Litho
Ecological Racism
They Laid Old Abe Out This Morning
Late Winter Blues-February Be Gone.
Frozen Jews
A Bleaching Moon
Ba Ba
Refugees
Pack Ice
Flags
Adam’s Spine
Washington’s Birthday
Milwaukee
Gerontion
On Douglas Cumming’s Birthday - 2
The Visit
The Forager
Eight Days
Faith
Snow Geese
Community
Wilma
Remember Roger Menigo
Night Hawks
Visions
Dry Winter
Snow
The Vigil
Dusk
Dead Painting
Near the Edge of Day
Edges of Life
The Anniversary
To Young Poets
Forever
The Dreamer
Day
Judgment
Criticism
Exodus
March Advent
The Fence
Sacred Vows
My Remembrance Tea
Dedication
Dearest Shirley,
After fifty-nine years of marriage and thirteen duo Art Exhibitions together, I invite you to participate in our fourteenth exhibition during 2017. Although dates have not been firmly set, and knowing that you haven’t painted since 2007 with the onslaught of Alzheimer’s robbing you these last ten years, I have saved a dozen of your finest paintings and feel joyful that you will be hanging next to me again. I also warmly dedicate this book of poetry ‘Late Winter Blues’ from which I shall read to you nightly. Your continued love and support has given me the courage to meld word and image into this manuscript.
Love William
Binder1-2.jpgMy Studio
It took me nineteen years
to fashion a studio.
I built it
image upon image,
in a mind starved for pragmatism.
It stands out there
full to the brim,
packed with three thousand five hundred
still life arrangements.
There doesn’t seem to be
any room left for me.
What the hell.
I’m too practical now.
I sell only to visionairies.
image%203.jpgBinder1-3.jpgDear Ross
Begin-
In essence, shyness of fear exalt my inability to express.
What verbal calisthenics might be
precursor to fluidity
and, or clarity?
Like blank spaces,
a denouement waiting to be felt,
words often fail to pluck the visceral twinge
it is called upon to play.
Instead, the body involutes-gestures, twitches;
pulsations and unrefined tremors assault the