The Little Review
Making No Compromises With the Public Taste
Poem for Tuesday and Butler's Orchard 1996 
Tuesday, 28th April 2020 01:12 am

By Arthur Rimbaud

Graceful son of Pan! Around your forehead crowned with small
flowers and berries, your eyes, precious spheres, are moving.
Spotted with brownish wine lees, your cheeks grow hollow. Your
fangs are gleaming. Your chest is like a lyre, jingling sounds
circulate between your blond arms. Your heart beats in that belly
where the double sex sleeps. Walk at night, gently moving that thigh,
that second thigh and that left leg.


Monday was pretty quiet around here -- laundry and basement organizing, lots of photo scanning that required taking apart and restoring the album with Adam's first photos, leftovers for lunch, veggie sausage for dinner -- though we did take a walk to enjoy the gorgeous no-longer-rainy cool weather, since our neighborhood is still at peak azalea bloom. Several people have apparently decided they no longer need to keep dogs on leashes or cats indoors, which is irritating me even though I love dogs and cats.

We watched this week's Antiques Roadshow -- ever since the Winterthur episodes, I'm suddenly really interested in where they film and why and whose items they pick to discuss -- and last week's Legends of Tomorrow, so we can watch the new one tomorrow (we're behind on The Flash but we're watching the Secrets of the Dead Notre Dame episode on PBS in that hour, so we'll catch up later). I know it's the wrong season but here from the scanning project are photos from Butler's Orchard's pumpkin festival in 1996:








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