Our April 2013 Picks
What’s ‘On Our Radar’ this month
Maira Kalman’s work is instantly recognizable—her imaginative illustrations grace covers of the New Yorker and enliven children’s books, The Elements of Style, Michael Pollan’s Food Rules and more. On April 11, the UW–Madison Center for the Humanities welcomes the Manhattan-based design icon to its Humanities Without Boundaries public lecture series event, “On Beauty, Reading, Napping, Wandering.” It’s not to be missed. humanities.wisc.edu
Photo: Self Portrait (with Pete) from The Elements of Style by Strunk, White and Kalman.
TABLE FOR TWO
It’s a wonderful fact of life that you don’t have to spend a lot of money to have a good time. Happily, Merchant shares the belief in frugal fun: Each Tuesday at the downtown restaurant is Cheap Date Night. A mere $40 gets you and your dining companion two of the evening’s featured entrees, two desserts and a bottle of red or white wine to share. Cheers to that! merchantmadison.com
A cool reminder that the Dane County Farmers’ Market returns to the Capitol Square April 20.
Pick up the wood panel print at Zip Dang, 2606 Monroe St. zip-dang.com
Photo courtesy of Zip-Dang.
ON THE MOVE
Running can feel like quite the solo mission. Fellow Flowers is out to change that. Started by Madisonian Maryellen Charbonneau and her friend Tori Sager, the running movement celebrates the myriad reasons why women run and the transformations that occur when they do. “We embrace the notion that one foot in front of the other isn’t just about mileage, routes and pavement,” the pair write on their website, fellowflowers.com. “It’s about life, friendship and defining yourself on your own terms.” Visit the site to share your story, read others’ and pick out a flower—just in time for Madison’s racing season. fellowflowers.com
Photo courtesy of Fellow Flowers.
THE DAY LILIES
by Max Garland, Wisconsin’s new poet laureate
Whole bees dart into the lilies,
but the day is a blossom too.
The lilies are huge yellow hybrids,
mostly. The bees are drowning in luck.
I wonder if it even seems like work
bounding from anther to anther.
I wonder if there's a wake
of pollen in the air, a thin
gold script to the hive
I can't see? A low wind
navigates the leaves and slick stalks
of the lilies. Six petals apiece
flail outward, mouthlike and deep.
And either it's just me,
or there's something in the flowers,
the stamina shot forth
bright as flares, the yellow petals
ascending to pink, backbending
and rippling out paper thin,
almost maroon at the edges,
that looks like astonishment
scorched halfway to anger,
as if even the lilies can't believe,
given winter in the bulb, the weight
and burn of ice, the long
blind watery climb to light,
a day is all they get.
Photo courtesy of Max Garland.