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Manifest Destiny extended ..
>>Pacific was underscored .. early ..
>>War of 1812 when Captain David Porter raided .. Typee Valley .. seized Nukuheva .. IN name of United States ...
|REMEMBER MELVILLE 'STANDING MAN'|
Maurice was never interested in supplying children with momentary distractions or reliable soporifics; he wanted to make rich, complex, even dangerous art for them. He risked everything and dared anything, even failure, to uncover truth. He pushed at the boundaries of his form to expand its expressive capabilities, In a few months, My Brother's Book, Maurice's last complete work will be published. It was written and drawn with heroic effort as, at 83, he battled hand tremors and cataracts, grief over the death of Eugene Glynn, his partner of 50 years, and the deaths of many friends. The book is rough, surprising, and entirely new. It's intended for us, the adults Maurice helped to create by making the books he made. >>His grateful readers and adoring friends loved him because he told us the truth; he warned us, in book after book, that death divides the living from the loved, and also, impossibly, that love lasts even when life doesn't. Do we believe him? Somehow, through some potent magic he possessed, we do. >>He was protean, and over the years, his books became stranger, darker, more complex and more magnificent. He was a very serious artist. With a depth of feeling and intensity that might seem odd in an author and illustrator of children's books, Maurice believed in art. His favorite author was HERMAN MELVILLE, WHO WAS INSPIRED GREATLY BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE >>
Sea Fever ~I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, ~And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, ~And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, ~And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. ~I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide, ~Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; ~And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, ~And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. ~I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, ~To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; ~And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. John Masefield, © 1902
[sidebar continued:TRAGICALLY IN THE TIME OF 'MODERN' WE HAVE A STATE OF ISRAEL IN CHARGE OF THE UNITED STATES AND HOPE WITH CHANGE FOR THE WORSE AND FAR WORSE THAN IN THE TIME WHEN THERE WERE GREAT AUTHORS WHO IN KISSINGER, CLINTON, OBAMA TIME WOULD BE 'ENEMY COMBATANTS' FAIT ACCOMPLI ... to be continued ....]