“I,” the erogenous cusp
of mind and world, sees the rose
lining of a bird’s beak
and calls the dawn a churchly blue.
But I need lessons in deportment.
How, at three a.m., to find the silo
by its denser cylinder on dark,
refract the husk until it grows
in deeper contrast to the night
and night becomes a positive
beside the lighthouse without light.
“If you say that there are elephants flying in the sky, people are not going to believe you. But if you say that there are four hundred and twenty-five elephants flying in the sky, people will probably believe you.”
Happy birthday, Gabriel García Márquez, who is eighty-seven today.
The Dutch anatomist Frederik Ruysch died in 1731, but his deathly sketches still haunt us today: “not only did he exalt the human anatomy as a wondrous product of creation, but he presented himself as a veritable artist of death.”
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“When I feel tired or dispirited and want to stay home, I remind myself of this incident. Because life is full of wonderful surprises.”
The author and illustrator Howard Pyle was born today in 1853.
Check out illustrations from Book of Pirates, a 1921 compilation of his famous pirate stories.
From the portfolio “The Art of Revelry” in issue 95, many proposals were submitted—and rejected—for the theme of “Great Moments in Literature” for the Paris Review’s seventh Spring Revel event.
Proposal: Henry James being hissed off the stage after taking an opening-night bow at the debut of his first (and last) play, Guy Domville.
Rejection: Might leave viewers with the wrong impression of Henry James. Leon Edel would be upset. Also, vegetables might go bad.