Snapshots from the press and members’ opening of designers Ronan and Erwan Bouroullec’s Bivouac at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago. Above, felt and fabric “cloud” hanging wall sculptures.
These men, this particular three in brown
Witnessed by birds will keep the scene and say
By their configuration with the trees,
The small bridge, the red houses and the fire,
What place, what time, what morning occasion
Sent them into the wood…
John Berryman, from “Winter Landscape” based on Pieter Brueghel, Hunters in the Snow (1565)
Valerie & T. S. Eliot by Angus McBean, Bromide print, 1957
Valerie Eliot, who married the poet T. S. Eliot near the end of his life and steadfastly guarded his literary legacy for nearly half a century, died on Friday in London. She was 86.
The Eliot estate announced her death.
Mrs. Eliot, who was almost 38 years younger than her husband, had been his secretary for several years at the publishing house Faber & Faber when they married in 1957. By all accounts it was a happy marriage. Like many who considered Eliot one of the greatest poets of the 20th century, she had admired his poetry since she was a teenager; she had sought out the job at Faber & Faber specifically because he was there.
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Jane Austen
Preach, sister.
My favorite poem, was read at my wedding.
I look for excuses to show this to people because I think its so funny…not enough people have read Hamlet:-(
I miss Japanese food.
Having high school students retell Hamlet through the Facebook or Tumblr of one of the characters was an awesome desicion, grading has been a blast.