A more whimsical name never sent the mind whirling. Picture this on the back of a paperback:
Follow Delphine Lebourgeois as she skims along the waves of a frothy pink sea, shooting sapphires from her spout and gathering riches from near and far to build a new city-state under the sea for Revolutionaries.
No one would be better suited to design the cover art for such tales than Delphine herself, who works as an illustrator in London. Many of her, as she puts it, “surrealist collages” serve to re-imagine old book covers. For example, her cover of Les Liaisons Dangereuses looks like a can can dancer at Mardi Gras is sliding down the leg of a seamstress in mourning. Romeo and Juliet are two birds, one falling while one tries, in vain, to rescue the other.
LeBourgeois disregards the narrative of the books she re-imagines. She merely lets her imagination merge with the title. So, Nepotism decided to let our imaginations merge with our favorite of LeBourgeois’ original images. We hope she wouldn’t mind. When asked by ArtSpace what her favorite work of art ever made is, she replied, “a book.”
Pioneers Delphine LeBourgeois
Clementine Hoss jumped the fence one day,
raced over the hills and far away.
She lazed in fields, drank from streams,
munched on clover, then fell into her dreams.
Lope-along Jim searched for three weeks and found her,
slipped his lead line over her nose and around her
neck and said, with regret, “Clementine,
I have warned you before. This is the last time.”
And when Jim took her back to Ramblin’ Ranch,
he tied a rope to the strongest Birch branch,
tied the other end to his Clementine pal,
and went back to branding cows in the corral.
But Lope-along soon felt his loyal heart breaking
when he heard the mournful sound Hoss was making
as she stared at the hills she’d no longer ascend,
in her effort to no longer burden her friend.
So, Jim pushed a large spring into the soil,
put a soft velvet pillow on top of the coil,
placed Hoss on top and tied her to it,
faced her toward the sun and said, “There, that should do it!
Now you can run ’til your heart’s content,
without making me wonder, again, where you went.”
Then along came a cluster of Gypsy trees,
and when Lope-along saw them, he said to them, “Please,
for just a short while, could I ask you to stay,
and rustle your leaves, and bend, and sway,
so that Hoss can rock back and forth and pretend,
she’s still racing and chasing that old Prairie wind?”
The Gypsy trees took a good look around
and said, “This place is as good as any we’ve found.
As long as you need us, you and your friend,
we’re happy to rustle. We’re happy to bend.”
Hoss for so long had the best of both worlds,
the trees had a place where their roots could unfurl,
Hoss munched on figs from a low hanging branch,
and all was at ease at Ramblin’ Ranch.
‘Til one day Jim heard a lady cry,
“Someone save me!” from up in a bell tower on high.
“I must escape fast from the brute I’m to marry,
as fast as a horse’s four legs can carry!”
Jim cried, “My horse–there is none faster,
she’ll race you far from your pending disaster.”
So the lady descended and took Jim’s hand,
with the brute’s posse hot on their heels they ran.
They hopped on Clementine, Jim shouted, “On!”
But her spring had been lodged in the ground for so long,
no room for Jim’s knife between Hoss and her tether,
and it seemed she’d be held to that old spring forever.
She could not break loose, Jim turned to the trees,
asking, “What can we do?” The lady cried, “Please!”
The trees said, “The East Wind, it owes us a favor.
We’ll get Hoss loose, and the lady, we’ll save her!”
The mighty South Wind heard the Gypsy Trees call,
turned West to the plains and breathed out a small
zephyr that, building a mighty momentum,
barreled right through the Gypsies and bent them
down at their sides til they touched the ground,
and away blew the tie that held Clementine down.
With the longing she’d gathered and stored for so long,
after Jim cried, “We thank you! We’ll miss you! So long!”
Clementine carried Jim and the lady for years,
up and over those hills like brave pioneers.
There is a saboteur amidst the class of ’64! The most recent crop of beauties at Miss Bianca Gants’ School of Charm and Polish has blossomed, and are now all gathered together for the annual graduation pageant. Only this year, there is a scout in the audience who will choose the most darling of the bunch to be Lily of the Valley Soap’s Bubbling Beauty! And one among the girls will stop at nothing to win, including eliminating the competition one by one! Something was clearly afoot when Carmelita Canzone’s trademark hair fell out after someone put Nair in her shampoo bottle. A bottle of lemon extract was emptied into Farrah Farraday’s tea just before she was to recite “The Miracle of Dunkirk.” Only minutes before the first swimsuit walk, Sherry Schone accidentally walked into the utility closet, seeing a “Dressing Room” sign posted on the door, and now she’s trapped! Who is this wayward beauty? Will she be found out or will she walk away with the prize? Read on!
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