“And down the long and silent street The dawn, on silver-slippered feet, Crept like a frightened girl” Oscar Wilde
All knowledge comes at a price. When the cost is ignorance, it’s a bargain but when it demands more – innocence or fidelity or faith – it can be unaffordable. Sometimes knowledge exacts its price from unwilling hands, at the point of violence.
Her little fingers almost pudgy, but not quite, grasp at something beyond her reach and, instead, touch me
I It’s funny how beautiful the world looks this morning In the glow of a love as ancient and inevitable as the rising sun The day after a show, or something equally profound, Hums and crackles with a renewed belief in the ability Of ideas and passions to share their strength Across times that shareContinue reading “It’s Funny How Beautiful”
Every generation produces a group of artists fueled by and strung out on drugs, sex, poverty, and other forms of desperation and desire who create something entirely new. Subsequent generations produce those who copy the original group, note for note, word for word, stroke for stroke, and believe they are carrying on the tradition ofContinue reading “Every generation…”