by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
nude erwin blumenfeld new york 1952

nude erwin blumenfeld new york 1952


I’ve had this chiaroscuro nude by Erwin Blumenfeld since I wrote a couple of posts on him in 2011. On Dada Blumenfeld I explained he was a Dadaist collagist–turned-photographer and photo-montagist. He was also a highly sought-after fashion photographer. My previous post reminded me of his iconic 1950 Vogue cover which, in turn, reminded me of this photo.

NOTE: I paired nude with SOLITUDE because it seemed sort of photo-montagist to do so. I have no explanation why WordPress formatting is not working today.