We are in the midst of artistic Loudness Wars. In my first draft of this column, I thought of bringing up Allen Ginsberg and Rupi Kaur and Marcel Duchamps and Andy Warhol and Andres Serrano and all the usual suspects, but frankly, it’s all so tiresome. No sirrah! I shall not bloviate on the usual […]
Critique, critique, we’ve all too much of critique.
On our return and why we’re here.
First, to business: Last week was our first week with the magazine. We published but a singular poem: Benaiah, by the venerable Thomas L. Shak. The clang of the spear meets the shock of the roar,And the combatants commence quenching that thirst for moreThan the trappings of modernity can ever provide.A hope kept close is […]
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