TFE

It should be without reservation that the true nature of art is pronoucned. It is life. Freshness. The call of the angel if heard by two or more ears. The prsence of our connection is the value. The coherence and sympathy may run toward and through an object expressing a field. A device for the cultivation and maintenence of love. A harbored holding of light that speeds the truth forward and callls us to a superior position.

It is the moment of truth , cracking through the ice to the golden sphere of air and day, that is, in my opinion, what's worthwhile. All that comes after, the forms, the schools, the programs, and classes, are, at best, monuments to the moment.

The poet is just a leader who fell short. The whiff of victory may land in a poem, but it can go further than that. When it does, the land is cleared of impinging debris, and all that remains is the Lord's voice.