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Picture
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Friday
January 24,
2025
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| ever get the
feeling that everything you've done has been in
vain? long ago, when i was young and the world seemed flat and expansive as a playing field extending infinitely in every direction, i read a poem by paul violi that took the form of an index to the biography of an artist, with a thrice repeated line that's stuck with me ever since: Disavows all his work the implications of that seemed enormous and incomprehensible to my naive mind, but it's starting to make sense. and as it follows the rule of three, it's just funny--a cosmic joke on striving, succeeding, then acknowledging the ultimate folly of all human endeavor. what am i even doing here? i've been trying to capture feelings, but like fireflies expiring in jars with holes punched in the lid, they're better off free. as of today, been doing this for 27 years. |
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