Category: Poetry

I suppose I can say that beauty is the opposite of conforming, of “mass-produced.” Beauty is bravery and risk.

I’ve never seen Blake’s tyger, but I have seen my wife, Janice, in action. I’ve seen her use every element of her energy and creativity in a near heartbreaking struggle to make beauty, to force it ready in time for a performance. Out of her working of craft and purpose, beauty will mysteriously emerge

It would be better to think of it as a verb, a transitive verb. To make beautiful. Beauty is a residue from the act of applying love. Without that act of love, beauty will never really exist.

If I were Leonardo da Vinci, say—which I am not, just to be clear—I would draw a special Venn Diagram, illustrating that shady area where art and life intersect. I would call that area Beauty.

You can build a new path in an unknown area of your mind or destroy the old bridges and replace them with the modern, high-tech structures. I like to keep the old paths as the memorial signs in my mind.