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“Falling Into Art” (an excerpt)

“We are most nearly ourselves when we achieve the seriousness of the child at play.” —Heraclitus Central to our ideas about spiritual and literary authenticity, I think, is our old friend struggle. Whatever is “serious” must be difficult. The poet Mary … Continue reading

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life as art

what does it mean that I’m watching the starlings on the lawn in front of the marina on this warm and cloudless day—the boats, the piers, the parking lot— while “Jumping Jack Flash” pipes through my ears. Well, it’s my … Continue reading

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✿ artist as bricklayer

there, i’ve put another brick down; it was fun. i waited till my hands reached for the next brick and watched as they laid it— nearby but cock-eyed

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