Wednesday, May 29, 2013













Budapest, Hungary, c. 1954-56
Gabor Szilasi

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

In the Museum of Lost Objects

      What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee;  
      What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage.
      
                Ezra Pound

You’ll find labels describing what is gone:
an empress’s bones, a stolen painting
 
of a man in a feathered helmet
holding a flag-draped spear.
 
A vellum gospel, hidden somewhere long ago
forgotten, would have sat on that pedestal;
 
this glass cabinet could have kept the first
salts carried back from the Levant.
 
To help us comprehend the magnitude
of absence, huge rooms
 
lie empty of their wonders—the Colossus,
Babylon’s Hanging Gardens and
 
in this gallery, empty shelves enough to hold
all the scrolls of Alexandria.
 
My love, I’ve petitioned the curator
who has acquired an empty chest
 
representing all the poems you will
now never write. It will be kept with others
 
in the poet’s gallery. Next door,
a vacant room echoes with the spill
 
of jewels buried by a pirate who died
before disclosing their whereabouts.
 
I hope you don’t mind, but I have kept
a few of your pieces
 
for my private collection. I think
you know the ones I mean.
 
Rebecca Lindenberg

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Wednesday, May 22, 2013



















Girl with a Cat, 1545
Jan Cornelisz Vermeyen

Wednesday, May 15, 2013
















Landscape, Nice, 1919
Henri Matisse

Tuesday, May 14, 2013



















The Dancing Lesson, c. 1905
Gertrude Käsebier

Friday, May 10, 2013















Three Women, 1938
Hannes Kilian

Tuesday, May 7, 2013














The Dinner Horn, ca. 1870
Winslow Homer