The Bees, the Flowers, Jesus, Ancient Tigers, Poseidon, Adam and Eve Yi-Fen Chou (Michael Derrick Hudson) Huh! That bumblebee looks ridiculous staggering its way across those blue flowers, the ones I can never remember the name of. Do you know the old engineer’s joke: that, theoretically, bees can’t fly? But they look so perfect together, like Absolute Purpose incarnate: one bee plus one blue flower equals about a billion years of symbiosis. Which leads me to wonder what it is I’m doing here, peering through a lens at the thigh-pouches stuffed with pollen and the baffling intricacies of stamen and pistil. Am I supposed to say something, add a soundtrack and voiceover? My life’s spent running an inept tour for my own sad swindle of a vacation until every goddamned thing’s reduced to botched captions and dabs of misinformation in fractured, not-quite-right English: Here sir, that’s the very place Jesus wept. The Colosseum sprouts and blooms with leftover seeds pooped by ancient tigers. Poseidon diddled Philomel in the warm slap of this ankle-deep surf to the dying stings of a thousand jellyfish. There, probably, atop yonder scraggly hillock, Adam should’ve said no to Eve. --

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