Tuesday, March 20, 2012


A thread lies down a narrow hall
We walk, we tiptoe along on
Adventure, with extreme risk.
With history in a mirror
And reality on our soles. 

One one side, painters paint great paintings
Of red. Broad, courageous portraits,
 Ruggedly handsome features, moustachio'd.

On the other, photographers flash photos
Of orgy. Absorption in self and appetite.

A thread, a string lies down a hall
Long and narrow. Great art advances
On a thread between frivolity and propaganda.
And only there, lies freedom.

This poem based on "Create Dangerously," a lecture by Albert Camus.

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