A House for the Naked
It’s late and it’s raining, my friends, let’s go home.
Let’s leave this ruin we’ve haunted like owls.
Even though the blind ones beckon us, let’s go home.
All the reasons offered by the sensible, dull and sorrowfulRead more
Does any artist paint for the sake of the picture itself, without the hope of offering some good?
No, but for the sake of the viewers and the young who will be drawn by it and freed from cares.
Or does any potter hastily throw a pot or a bowl without any thought of what it will hold?
Does any calligrapher write for the script alone without any regard for the reader?Read more