Here, a brilliant entity in itself, an ode to one artist by another artist, bridging all arbitrary generic divides… and resonant in its warm light… gentle prompting… speaking to the bodied distress emanating from a previous post of mine (insult).
Read the entire poem, I urge you, it is worth the few moments to take…
My favoured quote…
We forgive them all, those who
Speak to us of their views,
When they are interesting, catch us,
And we stand in wonder
In the dim light, alert as cats,
As quick to offend.
We appreciate your spheres.
Dub them Harringtons, for today.
(Stephen Rifkin, August 21st 2015.)