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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: jbe who wrote (34834)	4/14/1999 10:53:00 AM
From: nihil	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

A chef? A vintner? A pastry cook? A lover? A bodybuilder? An actor? Life is an art to be lived as if every second could be drenched in beauty. Pictures fade, the pigments change their color. Soldiers smash egregious chunks off of statues. One can hardly find a lute these days. Where are the snows of yesteryear? I have pictures in my mind that I will never live to paint. When Keats feared that he would die before his pen had gleaned his teaming brain he expressed the sadness of the artist whose reach exceeded his grasp. The tragedy of the artist's life is that he cannot share everything that he holds in him. The tragedy of art in society is that so many people commit art that might better have died with them. Some people say swans sing before they die. Twere no bad thing, did some swans die before they sing.