Midday prayers

This is a photo I bought recently at an arts festival, only the second piece of art that I have ever purchased. Now, I’m not an art expert or collector by any means, but I figured that I’d share my thoughts about this particular work. Maybe some of them might be applicable to art appreciation […]

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Dead poets live

To kill a poet, one needs only turn him or her to stone. Dull, dense stone. I remember the expressions on the faces of my classmates in high school English. Imagine rolling-eyed, grimacing youths with mouths tilted like Escher staircases listlessly mumbling lines of lyrical beauty in tones as dull as the faux-wood desk at […]

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