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The kind folks over at Nasher Sculpture Center asked me to contribute a Shelf List—'an archive of nonperishable cultural sustenance from friends around the world.' Mine features zany Instagram cartoons, William Steig, swimmers with a death wish, women sculptors, arty flowers, transmundane drawing clubs, and one of my favorite artist's unabashed enjoyment of my favorite carbonated beverage.

You can give it a peek here.

Fun fact: A while back I wrote a little piece for the Nasher about my 2018 trip to Kettle's Yard, one of the most perfect houses in the world (includes pictures, too, though it is worth an online image search because it is such a special space).

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Joseph Rudolf Witzel: Leander, 1897. From the NYPL Digitial Archive: 'Leander drowned when swimming across the Hellespont (Dardanelles Strait) at night, trying to visit his love, Hero, a priestess of Aphrodite.'

hero and leander

Leander,
he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero
had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot
midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but
forth to wash him in the Hellespont and, being
taken with the cramp, was drowned and the foolish
coroners of that age found it was 'Hero of Sestos.'
But these are all lies: men have died from time to
time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act IV, Scene 1.

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Leander of Abytos died on a stormy night while trying to swim across the Hellespont (the Dardanelles) to meet Hero, the priestess of Aphrodite in Sestos. Hero drowned herself after her lover's body washed ashore.

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Bronze Roman provincial coin, c. 177-180, depicting Leander swimming and Hero in her tower.

Aristide Maillol: Hero and Leander, 1893.

The title page of the 1598 edition of Christopher Marlowe's Hero and Leander finished by Chapman, printed by Felix Kingston for Paul Linley.

4, 5: Hero und Leander by J.R.Witzel in Jugend no. 25, 1897. Via turn of the century.

Axel Anderson: Leander's body washed ashore, 1884.

7, 8: 1894 edition of Christopher Marlowe's Hero and Leander, completed by George Chapman and with illustrations by Charles Ricketts.

See also: Ovid, The Heroides.

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Italo Calvino

Why didn't she try collecting something? It didn't matter what. She would find it gave an interest to life, and there was no end to the little curiosities one could easily pick up.

Henry James

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