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For my Christianity and the Visual Arts class I had to write a definition of art.
Here it is:
Art is the skillfull and crafted, intentional expression of creativity, for (generally) non-pragmatic reasons.
Obviously, this issue is settled.
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Old Louisville‘s Central Park, that is.
Laura and I are going to the high school production of Twelfth Night tonight.
Acorns, the fruit of the oak,
from its branches, in small
stone-esque fashion they drop
and they roll.
Because gravity grants
them momentum toward valley-
floor living, bottom-dwelling
in fertile darkness.
Many root themselves into the
simple easy rich soil
of the darkness, until
the forest stands in thickness.
But the oak desires his
children, calling
them homeward, back
to the tree of their birthing.
The rain splatters and splitters,
into windshields in concurrent and indiscrimate drops.
Three cars ahead, in the middle lane
a non-descript man turns on his wipers.
No one knows of his
illicit forays in unmentionable cyberspace.
But his lawn is showered,
while he drives
along with his neighbors,
nurses and nuns and reverends and rectors.
