Friday, April 06, 2012

Balloons on West End Avenue

From 'Balloons', a poem by Sylvia Plath:

Your small
Brother is making
His balloon squeak like a cat.
Seeming to see
A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,
He bites,

Then sits
Back, fat jug
Contemplating a world clear as water.
A red
Shred in his little fist.

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Family Abstraction

America's First Family, rendered abstract in Lego.

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

The French Just Keep On Having a Terrible Time in NYC

After what happened to Dominic Strauss-Kahn, one would have thought Professor Descoings' colleagues might have taken him aside and said: "Alors, Richard, mon vont pas à la grosse pomme?"

Monday, April 02, 2012