A picture of King Bernard de Jambon I for RHE
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About Me
- Jeff Roberts
- No one likes everything. We explore. We discover. We winnow. When young we are silly in our devotion to music. We pretend. We imitate our favorite artists. When Midnight Train to Georgia comes on the radio, I still turn into a Pip. Jimmy Buffet’s A Pirate Looks at Forty still touches me. I am similarly affected when I encounter good and great art and poetry. Joseph Cornell, Seamus Heaney, Louise Nevelson, Louise Gluck, Giorgio de Chirico, William Carpenter, Dali. When I see a Duchamp that nails it for me, I have the urge to windmill my arm like Pete Townshend. What if we let art and poetry sneak up on us like music? What if art came in 3 minute bursts and had a volume knob? What if?
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Thanks for posting this.
Does he still occupy his throne? At the risk of sounding pedantic, there usually isn't a I until there's a II. (Nobody called him "Richard I" until Richard II came along. They just called him "Hey, you, Lionhearted!" or "Sean Connery.")
He looks a worthy monarch for a hamster throne.
We're on III. Barb and I have become sickeningly attached to having one among us all the time, but they only live about 2 years. Keeping the same name helps us cushion the regularly scheduled losses.
People without pets tend to treat such matters cavalierly. They cluck with condescension and shake their heads. They live in darkness.
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