eileen chengyin chowさんのイラストまとめ

An emendation: “Peonies Bloom” 牡丹華 is 5/1-5/5 this year.

Next micro-season 5/6-5/10: “Frogs Begin to Croak” 蛙始鳴（かわずはじめてなく)

[Some frogs by Qi Baishi 齊白石]

Two of early cinema’s favorite subjects: kisses, and trains.

Fantômas (dir. Louis Feuillade, 1913)
#foundpoem

Me: expects them to fall into each other's arms, 'Love in the Time of Cholera'-style

Yushu: invites Kehua over to dinner with her husband Luzhi and children and grandchildren

Them: back at St. Johns in Shanghai.
Cheng Yushu's collected poems - which won the Lu Xun Prize. 15/

This is my aunt Cheng Yushu (Youshu) 成幼殊 with her husband Chen Luzhi 陳魯直. They were career diplomats (and later, ambassadors) representing the PRC in India, Denmark, the UN. Here is a photo of their kids and others welcoming Premier Zhou Enlai to Delhi in 1960. 2/

A winter solstice 冬至 martial arts skating break from the news.

[Wu Tongxuan 吳桐軒 by Jack Wilkes for LIFE, 1946. Wu was a long-time legend of the Beijing Beihai Park rink - in his youth he was part of a skating troupe for the Empress Dowager. Here he is in his late sixties.]

and sailed back over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day

-Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

(my favorite page in the book)
#everynightapoem #ofsorts

III.

"But the wild things cried, 'Oh please don't go –
we'll eat you up – we love you so!'
And Max said, 'No!’"

-Maurice Sendak, from "Where the Wild Things Are"
#everynightapoem #threes

And so I belong nowhere,
and everywhere am a stranger,
a guest a best.

-Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday

#everynightapoem #ofsorts

Last year’s
fragile, vanished snow
is falling now again —
if only seeing you
could be like this.

-Izumi Shikibu, b. 976
(trans. Jane Hirshfield & Mariko Aratani)
#everynightapoem

[1765 woodblock of the poet by Komatsuken]

"Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.” ― Vincent van Gogh