Monthly Archives: July 2018

Art is a Gamble

Art is a gamble. Maybe you have talent, maybe even genius, but maybe no one sees it. I mean, look at Emily Dickinson. “Ya got sup’m,” Higginson said, “but’cha ain’t ret yet.” Well, words to that effect. Or, you might … Continue reading

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I was eighteen. Watched a tv report on President Johnson’s “War on Poverty.” The only image that sticks in my mind is of a rural white woman with small children. Three or four. A social worker asked what would the … Continue reading

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