i think, therefore i am
are people not people?
they seem to me as art;
some shoddily crafted,
gone to the wayside, some
with pygmalian skill.
ars adeo latet
arte sua. others,
juvenile scribbles,
unwelcome relics of
communal callowness.
i wish to see an art,
ulysses, so witty,
elusive, allusive,
beautifully crafted,
once in a lifetime, a
lizzy bennet in our
brave new world.
i think, therefore i am
are people not people?
they seem to me as art;
some shoddily crafted,
gone to the wayside, some
with pygmalian skill.
ars adeo latet
arte sua. others,
juvenile scribbles,
unwelcome relics of
communal callowness.
i wish to see an art,
ulysses, so witty,
elusive, allusive,
beautifully crafted,
once in a lifetime, a
lizzy bennet in our
brave new world.