A large photograph of the pompous Larry Ellison (microphone and crib notes in one hand, the fist of the other hand raised in a threatening manner, a smug smirk peeking from within his oddly trimmed facial hair) occupies much of the first page of the business section, leading me to think that perhaps the impending destruction and dismemberment of the planet is not an entirely bad thing. How marvelous a thing is the news a day late! I think that, from now on, I shall always save my papers unread until they have had time to age, and get a bit gamy. News, like lasagna, is better as leftovers.
I mentioned apples in the subject line, didn't I? It is cool again tonight, and is the season for harvesting apples, and soon the cold will be making us apple-cheeked, and thus this week's...
Picasso Goes For a Stroll
by Jaques Prevert
On a thoroughly real plate of round porcelain sits an apple facing it squarely a painter of reality tries in vain to paint the apple as it is but it's not inclined to submit it's got a mind of its own and more than one pippin of a trick up its sleeve that apple has and there it poses gyrating in its real plate slyly on its own core blandly sitting tight and like a Duke de Guise who assumes the disguise of a gas light to evade certain persons trying to do his portrait despite him the apple takes the guise of a lovely fruit in disguise and it's only then that the painter of reality begins to realize that in its every appearance the apple is his enemy and like the wretched starveling like the poor pauper who suddenly finds himself at the mercy of some philanthropic and charitable association formidable in its philanthropy charity and formidableness the wretched painter of reality suddenly finds himself to be the pitiful prey of an endless horde of associations of ideas And the apple in its gyrations calls to mind the apple tree paradise on earth and Eve and finally Adam a sprayer and espalier Parmentier's potatoes or an escalator Canada the Hesperides Normandy the Reinette or the Lady the snake with the brandy glass the rake in the Garden grass and original sin and the origins of art and the Swiss with their William Tell and Isaac Newton to boot grand prize-winner at the Galactic Gravity Fair and the painter with reeling brain feels his model disappearing into thin air and falls asleep It's at this very moment that Picasso Passing by there as he does everywhere day in day out always right at home catches sight of the apple and the plate and the dozing painter Imagine anybody painting an apple says Picasso and Picasso eats the apple and the apple says Thanks and Picasso smashes the dish and goes away grinning and the painter yanked from his reverie like a tooth finds himself alone again facing his unfinished canvas with in the very midst of the broken crockery the terrifying pips of reality