Susanna and the Elders, 2016 by Van Arno
Under the Overpass, 1949 by Henry Koerner (1915-1991)
Nude Reading, 1915 by Robert Delaunay (1885-1941)
Girl Reading, 1909 by Edmund Charles Tarbell (1862-1938)
The Tenant, 2004 by Paul Fenniak (b. 1965)
Flucht (Flight), 2018 by Walton Ford (b. 1960)
The Misfortunes of Silenus (detail), c. 1500 by Pierro di Cosimo (1462-1522)
I made an Instagram account for Biblioklept. (The handle is @bibliokleptogram — somebody already snagged “Biblioklept”).
The content for Biblokleptogram is not the same as the blog’s content (although the feed is integrated into the blog—it’s down on the bottom right).
Most of the time I’ll post photographs of book covers, poems, prose, etc. My only “rule” is that I’ll only post photographs I’ve taken myself. I don’t plan on using Instagram to write.
This is the first post from the account, a poem by Roberto Bolaño:
And here is a post from yesterday, which happened to be Herman Melville’s 199th birthday:
Nude Reading, 1915 by Robert Delaunay (1885-1941)
The Badger’s Song II, 2015 by Michaël Borremans (b. 1963)
Man Reading a Newspaper, 1941 by Russell Drysdale (1912-1981)
The Misfortunes of Silenus (detail), c. 1500 by Pierro di Cosimo (1462-1522)
Visit, 2015 by Axel Krause (b. 1958)
“Lunch”
by
William T. Vollmann
Faces at lunch, oh, yes, smirking, lordly, bored or weary—here and there a flash of passion, of dreams or loving seriousness; these signs I saw, notwithstanding the sweep of a fork like a Stuka dive-bomber, stabbing down into the cringing salads, carrying them up to the death of unseen teeth between dancing wrinkled cheeks; a breadstick rose in hand, approached the purple lips in a man’s dull gray face; an oval darkness opened and shut and the breadstick was half gone! A lady in a red blazer, her face alert, patient and professionally kind like a psychoanalyst’s, stuck her fork lovingly into a tomato, smiling across the table at another woman’s face; everything she did was gentle, and it was but habit for her to hurt the tomato as little as possible; nonetheless she did not see it. Nodding and shaking her head, she ate and ate, gazing sweetly into the other woman’s face. Finally I saw one woman in sunglasses who studied her arugula as she bit it…It disappeared by jagged inches, while across the table, in her husband’s lap, the baby watched in dark-eyed astonishment. Her husband crammed an immense collage of sandwich components into his hairy cheeks. He snatched up pommes-frites and they vanished in toto. When the dessert cart came, the starched white shoulders of businessmen continued to flex and shine; the faces gazed at one another over emptiness, maybe happier now that they had eaten, unthinking of what they had wrought.
Red Wall, 1910 by Karoly Ferenczy (1862-1917)
Allegory of Inclination, 1615 by Artemisia Gentileschi (1593-1653)
