Apropos

The quest to offend no one leads to art that elevates and inspires no one.

Appropriate everything, says what’s true, look into the darkness, cast aspersions and dent your helmet bashing through to the truth. One should not aim to offend, but excising anything with power and beauty is what the goal of removing all possibility of the offensive ineluctably leads toward.

All good art is offensive in the original Latin sense: it hits you, it moves you, it strikes against you. Otherwise, it’s worthless.

Free Free Verse

There are seven tales
And seven wonders
A kingdom alone
And a sound of thunder

Nothing destroyed is wholly gone
And nothing broken
Can’t be split further asunder

There’s a dreaming in the hills
An echo long ringing
And through the valley it spills
Like a drowned choir’s singing

Each time on stopping in this sunlit place
I feel the darkness bleeding in from space