Want to dig deeper into the sandbox? Explore more at these links:
-As Christopher Walken may or may not have said, “I got a fever, and the only prescription… is more poetry.” Check out Poetry Rx from The Paris Review – your weekly dose of poetic medicine. .
-“He spilled many ears on the table. They were like dried peach halves. There is no other way to say this.” Carolyn Forché’s poem,“The Colonel,”still shocks me every time I read it, as if I’ve never encountered those ears listening through the floorboards before. Those ears, they always are listening to something new.
-Have you ever stared at an ear? Set a timer for 2 minutes – meditate with every curve and fold and lobe of this painting. Listen to what it has to say, and know that it is listening back.
–Saint Lucia (my new obsession, my latest essay subject, and the patron saint of authors, blindness, cutlers, glaziers, laborers, martyrs, peasants, Perugia, Italy; saddlers, salesmen, stained glass workers, and writers): meet Sufjan Stevens.
-Has anyone seen Life in Squares: a BBC drama about the Bloomsbury Group? It’s on my to-watch list. Also, after listening to this recording of Virginia Woolf, I’ve decided she’s best suited to be the sole spokesperson for all future Darjeeling Abs informercials.
-Who knew that Mr. Monopoly’s real name is Rich Uncle Pennybags? This article notes that a number of people remember Mr. Monopoly wearing a monocle, confusing Pennybags with Planters’ mascot, Mr. Peanut. This is an example of a “false collective memory.” I must confess I was one of those mistaken rememberers.