At dinner, chez René Magritte:
Just silence, and nothing to eat.
As the third hour passed
He hissed ‘Welcome,’ at last
And the maid brought a single boiled sweet.

In this brief bulletin we commemorate one of Belgium’s cultural Titans, who died 53 years ago this morning. In his life, just as through his mischievously haunting image-making in various media, Magritte gnawed relentlessly at the malignant roots of bourgeois sensibility. Bravo!