You’re forgiven if you don’t recognize the name at first glance; Rabindranath Tagore has been dead for seventy years. Also, his name is Rabindranath Tagore, which sounds, to most Western ears, not a whole lot like a name. In fact, Rabindranath Tagore was the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, in 1913; he was also a renowned Bengali musician, composed more than two thousand songs, directed a film in 1932, and then, in his sixties, decided “Yes, why not paint?” and was, thereupon, featured in dozens of solo exhibitions throughout Europe. The man wrote the national anthems of TWO DIFFERENT COUNTRIES, people. Obviously, he deserves far better than to have his very name be accused of not even being a name – or, more ignominiously, have the mention of that name met with a blank stare and a “Dah, wha?” Mammoth congratulations to Chicago, then, for the little Rab Tag festival they’ve got going at the moment. Northwestern’s soon to host Tagore/Ray, a two-day event taking a look at the connections between Tagore and legendary Bengali filmmaker Satyajit Ray, and over at the Art Institute they’ve got sixty-one of Tagore’s paintings up in an exhibition, The Last Harvest, that runs through the 15th. (FULL ARTICLE: Alison Cuddy, WBEZ)