Flooding in Red Hook, Brooklyn this morning.
by Christian, 5th grade
A spelling bee was walking down a country
road when he came across a cannon. The
bee was feeling very creative, so he started
thinking of a poem. But when he had thought
of one, he couldn’t write it anywhere, so instead,
he wrote it in the cannon. Then, by accident,
he lit the fuse and shot the cannon. And it
shot the poem into the sky. Now this was a
HUGE poem. But when it rained, part of the words
soaked into the ground, and from that
New York City rose out of the Earth.
But still the words were in the sky.
New York City, 7 p.m. this evening, via John Koblin, who writes, “The new tower and the Gehry building. I did a double take.”
Untitled (Strange Attractor), 2011
oil on canvas
Bulgarian artist Georgi Tushev creates magnetic landscapes, his forms simultaneously recalling nebulous cells and galactic moonscapes to strike a precarious balance between painting and sculptural art.
Every year during the summer…
When I was 19, way pre-Instagram, I ended up at Stonehenge on Summer Soltice. Dreadlocks and drum circles!