7-Imp’s 7 Kicks #327: Featuring Julie Paschkis
Sunday, April 21st, 2013

of art that sets the tone for all of the subsequent art.”
— Julie Paschkis’ opening illustration from George Shannon’s
Who Put the Cookies in the Cookie Jar?

What a week. (Caveat: That is not a hyperlink to launch and bring into your life if you are offended by rampant cursing.)
Here is part of what Camille Guthrie wrote at the Poetry Foundation’s web site about this unforgettable week we’ve had here in the U.S.:
“This week I want to believe Elaine Scarry, who argues that Beauty is a compact, or contract, between the beautiful being and its perceiver: ‘As the beautiful being confers on the perceiver the gift of life, so the perceiver confers on the beautiful being the gift of life.’ This week in which a marathon was bombed, senators refused to pass a commonsensical gun law, a plant exploded on a small town, a week in which beauty feels irrelevant and the gift of life feels utterly vulnerable.”
And in this poem, Wislawa Szymborska captures what went through my mind when I saw the bombing footage on television.
Now, more than ever, do we need to gather and list some kicks and look for some beauty, for crying out loud. To be clear, it’s always good to find the slivers of sunlight, even in happier times, and let us also not forget those people overseas who experience on a daily basis the violence Boston experienced this week. (See here.)
But, well. Yes. This week. Wow.
And I feel like George Shannon’s Who Put the Cookies in the Cookie Jar? (Henry Holt, March 2013), illustrated by Julie Paschkis (who is visiting this morning), is just the fitting, life-affirming picture book to feature today. As Julie has already written about it—here, which I highly recommend reading—“I was drawn to the underlying meaning of the book: that every person’s contributions matter. As George put it, the book is an ode to the widest sense of community. … George’s text shows the joy that comes through doing work and being part of something bigger than yourself.” Read the rest of this entry �






Here’s something I’ve failed to say but have intended to say for nine days now: It’s 
I’m cheating today. 