Surreal requiem for the late Jonathan Winters:
"They 'burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars,'
as Jack Kerouac once wrote. It was such a powerful
image that Wal-Mart sells it as a jigsaw puzzle."
— "When the Village Was the Vanguard,"
by Henry Allen, in today's Wall Street Journal
See also Damnation Morning and the picture in
yesterday evening's remarks on art:
