Come with me, back in time to a winter afternoon in 2010, as I wandered into the Art Gallery of Ontario, not consciously knowing where I was going, or why...
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Art and Soul
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Cavorting With The Crowd
O poets, who ceaselessly, constantly write, sitting there, tireless, far into the night addressing your poems to god knows who (and she/he ain’t telling). When will you desist? Give up? Renounce the fight? Take the …
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