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Comment by De Villo Sloan on January 8, 2012 at 7:15pm

Henry James wrote a later trilogy of novels. Titles are something like: "Portrait of a Lady," "The Golden Bowl," & "Spoils of Poynton." Yes, I think the golden bowl is from Ecclesiastes. In the book, the golden bowl has a fracture in it that gets bigger, supposed to represent the coming fragmentation of art in modernism as described at the time in Henry Adams' "Virgin and the Dynamo" - turn of the century (previous) stuff. I do think we talked about this somewhere else.

Comment by cheryl penn on January 8, 2012 at 6:33pm

AAAH! "Or the golden bowl be broken" - you've referenced this novel before :-) - I feel completely privileged to finally have a piece done by Dark Wall - see - good things come to those who wait :-) XX 

Comment by De Villo Sloan on January 8, 2012 at 3:10pm

"The Little Peach" is a gem. Dw confided that this piece - which he made for YOU - is inspired by Henry James' "The Golden Bowl." You did locate the timeframe very well. In the lower left - it's hard to see - the four pieces are all part of a broken bowl. 

Comment by cheryl penn on January 8, 2012 at 1:32pm

I nearly missed this beauty - Dark Wall, looks like your star is on the rise? I was looking at DH Lawrence's peach but decided when pitted against Field, Field seemed more circumspect?? 

The Little Peach by Eugene Field

A little peach in the orchard grew,--

A little peach of emerald hue;

Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,

It grew.

 

One day, passing that orchard through,

That little peach dawned on the view

Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue--

Them two.

 

Up at that peach a club they threw--

Down from the stem on which it grew

Fell that peach of emerald hue.

Mon Dieu!

 

John took a bite and Sue a chew,

And then the trouble began to brew,--

Trouble the doctor couldn't subdue.

Too true!

 

Under the turf where the daisies grew

They planted John and his sister Sue,

And their little souls to the angels flew,--

Boo hoo!

 

What of that peach of the emerald hue,

Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?

Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.

Adieu!

 

1880.