Aesthetic

Lionel Kearns
From:   Practicing Up to be Human. Toronto: Coach House Press, 1978.

It touches you there, touches you right
there, so that you stop, and for a moment
while a small electric current rushes
down your spine and tingles your guts
you know that you are alive. Art is not
something inside or outside of life. It is
more of a shape that life sometimes assumes,
like a stick with one end sharpened
into a point.

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