Monday, October 25, 2010

"Art is a lie that makes us realize truth." Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)

Few men during their lifetime comes anywhere near exhausting the resources dwelling within them. There are deep wells of strength that are never used. Adm. Richard Evelyn Byrd (1888-1957)

The 25th - it's date spiced with Christmas associations. As a 13-year-old, I remember rather liking the fact that one of the Beatle birthdays was the 25th of February, George's, of course. Anyway, a pair of explorers came into the world through the door marked 25 October. One, Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso, so he was christened,would explore the worlds within & without, as he perceived with those fierce brown eyes of his and equally fierce mind. He was born in Spain, Oct. 25, 1881 - I don't know why it sticks in my mind that President Garfield had died less than a month before and that right about then, young Theodore Roosevelt was besotted with the lovely blond Alice, his first wife, who must have looked smashing in the wasp-waisted, bustled [crazy-ass] fashions then. Oh well. I tend to remember.
On Pablo's 7th birthday, Richard E. Byrd was born in Boston. Pioneer aviator, explorer
of the vast, physical world, particularly the cold parts. Really, an astonishing individual he was.
I'd write more about both these birthday dudes, but other projects await. Quest on!

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