In New York is an exhibition exploring the visual arts of World War 1.
This article about Marsden Hartley and Wilfred Owen, who feature in the exhibition, mentioned my favourite curmudgeon, CRW Nevinson, and how he was inspired by a poem by Siegfried Sassoon to produce The Cursed Wood.
The poem is At Carnoy:
Down in the hollow there’s the whole Brigade
Camped in four groups: through twilight falling slow
I hear a sound of mouth-organs, ill-played,
And murmur of voices, gruff, confused, and low.
Crouched among thistle-tufts I’ve watched the glow
Of a blurred orange sunset flare and fade;
And I’m content. To-morrow we must go
To take some cursèd Wood … O world God made!
July 3rd, 1916.