“Baseball and Classicism” — Tom Clark

“Baseball and Classicism”


Tom Clark

Every day I peruse the box scores for hours
Sometimes I wonder why I do it
Since I am not going to take a test on it
And no one is going to give me money

The pleasure’s something like that of codes
Of deciphering an ancient alphabet say
So as brightly to picturize Eurydice
In the Elysian Fields on her perfect day

The day she went 5 for 5 against Vic Raschi


Queen Mab’s Cave — JMW Turner

Queen Mab's Cave exhibited 1846 by Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851

Queen Mab’s Cave, 1846 by Joseph Mallord William Turner (1775–1851)

Mientras Pablo no me vea — Carmen Chami


Mientras Pablo no me vea (As Long as Pablo Doesn’t See Me) by Carmen Chami (b. 1974)

Manifest — Scott Greene

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Manifest, 2015 by Scott Greene

The Couples — Xiao Guo Hui


The Couples, 2019 by Xiao Guo Hui (b. 1969)

The Minotaur — George Frederic Watts

The Minotaur 1885 by George Frederic Watts 1817-1904

The Minotaur, 1885 George Frederic Watts (1817–1904)

“Haymaking” — William Carlos Williams



William Carlos Williams

The living quality of
the man’s mind
stands out

and its covert assertions
for art, art, art!

that the Renaissance
tried to absorb

it remained a wheat field
over which the
wind played

men with scythes tumbling
the wheat in

the gleaners already busy
it was his own—

the patient horses no one
could take that
from him


Haymaking (July), 
1565 by Pieter Bruegel the Elder (c. 1525-1569)


Letter from a Far Place — Wang Yidong

Letter from a Far Place by Wang Yidong (b. 1955)

The Raconteur — Ilya Milstein


The Raconteur, 2019 by Ilya Milstein

Nude — Gerhard Richter


Nude, 1967 by Gerhard Richter (b. 1932)

The Warrior’s Tomb — Gertrude Hermes

George Grady Press; Hermes, Gertrude; The Warrior's Tomb

The Warrior’s Tomb1941 by Gertrude Hermes (1901–1983)

“A Postcard from the Volcano” — Wallace Stevens

“A Postcard from the Volcano”


Wallace Stevens

Children picking up our bones
Will never know that these were once
As quick as foxes on the hill;

And that in autumn, when the grapes
Made sharp air sharper by their smell
These had a being, breathing frost;

And least will guess that with our bones
We left much more, left what still is
The look of things, left what we felt

At what we saw. The spring clouds blow
Above the shuttered mansion-house,
Beyond our gate and the windy sky

Cries out a literate despair.
We knew for long the mansion’s look
And what we said of it became

A part of what it is … Children,
Still weaving budded aureoles,
Will speak our speech and never know,

Will say of the mansion that it seems
As if he that lived there left behind
A spirit storming in blank walls,

A dirty house in a gutted world,
A tatter of shadows peaked to white,
Smeared with the gold of the opulent sun.

Operation I — Leonor Fini


Operation I, 1939 by Leonor Fini (1908-1996)

Life — He Duoling


Life, 1988 by He Duoling (b. 1948)

Birdsong — Karoly Ferenczy


Birdsong, 1893 by Karoly Ferenczy (1862-1917)

Grace Sholto Douglas 1940 — Leslie Hurry

Grace Sholto Douglas 1940 by Leslie Hurry 1909-1978

Grace Sholto Douglas, 1940 by Leslie Hurry (1909–1978)

Film poster for The Man Who Fell to Earth — Tomer Hanuka


Film poster for The Man Who Fell to Earth by Tomer Hanuka.