Sunday we drove to Cleveland. We'd been through Cleveland once, sort of, 271 to 90, on one of our Planet college visit trips. That one was Oberlin to Kenyon to Hamilton to Allegheny. You know, the one when we met Landru
and Ilse at a Ponderosa in Meadville. People can vouch. Here's what we do when we visit Planet: we take long drives. We've done east and southeast and south and not southwest and west and northwest (not much) and north but not northeast. We decided to go to Cleveland and see the Cleveland Museum of Art.
So cool, the drive, the museum, the day, one of my best days ever. HEY! so I've got new images to make a new header along the lines of the current header. If you see any in the above slideshow you think should be included please give me a description and tell me the second count, I'll add it to a batch of new headers. Or not, you telling me, me creating the header. Also too, the bottom photo, proof that I have the ears of Dr Sevrin, and who the fuck uses sillyass Star Trek allusions anyway?
IN THE MUSEUM OF LOST OBJECTS
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.