what blue doest thou behold?
April 8, 2009 § 12 Comments
Is it …
A scene from The Little Mermaid?
underwater volcanic spew?
a brush (hair or otherwise)?
a gelatin mold?
It’s a Chilhuly, hung like a chandelier in the foyer of the Missouri Botanical Garden Entrance Hall.
But it doesn’t light up like a chandelier. Which makes it, without the chandel, a lier?
I’ve no idea what Chihuly calls it.
I’d call it grandly blue and very amazingly wrought, since it was blown from glass.
The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. I was made to read it in high school. I got it, so to speak, but years later, even more. Maybe because now I care even more about the writer, his life, and how some of his work came to be rather than dissecting the work. Oh, I know it’s not very popular nor “correct” to examine the author’s work through the author but it’s a pleasure in a way to say, “why, he must have gotten that idea from this or his setting from that, or his character from over there.”
Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll. If you read, honestly read all the way through Alice in Wonderland, chances are good you went on to TtLG. Ah, but I did not. I only picked my way through Alice. I read parts I liked ( remembering the Disney movie cartoon.) I enjoyed the illusrations but was disappointed by the ponderousness OR the LSDness of the text. Still, I love him, the good Mr. Carroll for pulling it off, especially his relationship with language. Truly, Jabberwocky is an absolute favorite of mine (memorized it) simply for the word play, the made up gimbling in the wabes and the story in it that you come away with no matter how rich and luxurious and ridiculous and nonsensical the words. Thus Chilhuly spins his glass.