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Liberating Arts

To what end art, or music, or poetry, but to frame a moment and simply see something of that moment itself, ineffably ordinary and peculiar; her seamed and wrinkled face, a silence broken to uneven lengths, the exact expression of love - and in that moment have revealed something you hide from yourself, an ability to remove the frame and still see the beauty

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Date: 3/26/2012 8:40:00 AM
Great observation.
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Book: Shattered Sighs