Elegy to a Beard

The Highwayman lies severed, cut down in the way, shorn from his mount. And the hand that did it rises trembling. And the eyes rise trembling to behold it To meet their accuser's eyes wide. And trembling. It was a rough deed, done with razorrrs Watched with glass, that razor-sharpt eye Done in a cold… Continue reading Elegy to a Beard

Art and Truth

… never was there a truer word than “except a man believe rightly he cannot” – at any rate, his artistic structure cannot possibly – “be saved”. What do you do then, with propaganda? With works of art that certainly have a profound relation to truth and belief, but where that relationship is 90 degrees… Continue reading Art and Truth