
Jackson Pollock
Birth
28 January 1912
with Keith Holness seeing Pollock 17 years old at the Musee des Beaux Art s~~
Died ~~
11 August 1956 Or some time after he born
Turner SnowStorM
Ruskin on Turner
Thirst for largeness - grasp of terror

TuRner
age 5 or
15
gathering
grains
in my
little
head
which was
at the time
nothing
at all
but a puncture point
of persecution
when time out of
mind?
memory
slips
this mentation
In the year 1842 this picture was thus described by Turner in the Academy Catalogue:
"Snowstorm. Steamboat off the harbour mouth making signals, and going by the lead. The author* was in this storm the night the Ariel left Harwich. ...
* Note Turner's significant use of this word, instead of "artist."It was characterized by some of the critics of the day as a mass of "soapsuds and whitewash.
Then he burst out, "Soapsuds and whitewash! What would they have? I wonder what they think the sea's like ? I wish they'd been in it... "
think of Hopkin's
Into the snows she sweeps,
Hurling the haven behind,
The Deutschland, on Sunday; and so the sky keeps,
For the infinite air is unkind,
And the sea flint-flake, black-backed in the regular blow,
Sitting Eastnortheast, in cursed quarter, the wind;
Wiry and white-fiery and whirlwind-swivellèd snow
Spins to the widow-making unchilding unfathering deeps.
She drove in the dark to leeward,
105
She struck—not a reef or a rock
But the combs of a smother of sand: night drew her
Dead to the Kentish Knock;
And she beat the bank down with her bows and the ride of her keel:
The breakers rolled on her beam with ruinous shock;
And canvas and compass, the whorl and the wheel
Idle for ever to waft her or wind her with, these she
4. The Wreck of the Deutschland
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reading that back now im not sure it click Konnects
to Turner . Turner is way wilder in spite of Hopkins' sprung bouncing wrecking rhythm. His religiosity over takes his text.
Oh well
More une autre fois.
The Works of Ruskin, ed. Cook/Wedderburn, vol XIII: The Harbours of England II, Turner's works at the National Gallery 2)
source image of pollock and others here