The Artful Basterd

My soapbox to air all Arts and Grievances.


I think Lawrence Joseph just awakened me. No coffee needed. How about these lines from “So Where are We?”:

Ten blocks away is the Church of the Transfiguration,
in the back is a Byzantine Madonna –

there is a God, a God who fits the drama
in a very particular sense. What you said –

the memory of a memory of a remembered
memory, the color of a memory, violet and black.

this is real heavy

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