#auto-destructive

That love is like a bruise?

Too tender to touch,

No use trying to pursue.

And love is never shameful

Until someone disapproves,

A silly notion of who to be

And whom to be with you.

But maybe love is like a promise,

A tornado of moments you can't undo.

And maybe let's just be honest,

Love is the ruined canvas -

Our souls to splinter and paste onto.

Susan Hiller - Relics

Plagiarism Debacle

To all that have been interested in the debacle concerning Emily Kennerk’s work, I wanted to give you an update. The Art Prize organization has decided to allow her to continue to participate in the contest and keep her $5000.00 prize. While this is hard for me to accept it, it is typically myopic from people accustomed to art that does not move. From the standpoint of one who’s almost entire…