bustin' out all over

What a month it's been, bracketed by the fiftieth anniversary of Stonewall and the two-hundredth birthday of Walt Whitman! I want to call out the best commemoration of the GGP I've read, by the art critic of The New Yorker, Peter Schjeldahl, who dismisses the suitability of even unusual exhibits as being

to poetry as museum wall texts are to art works—supposedly enhancing but often displacing aesthetic adventure.

Instead he recommends (if I may paraphrase) haunching down for a good loaf with a spear of summer grass.

And while we're on the vegetal, no celebration is complete w/o an eidólon