Her ice cream and teddy bear
are my journal, my wine.
Leaning back, you hear a crack
we’ve both fallen out of a mountain.
Don’t envy the sculptor
for the curves of his profit,
the marbleized skin of his product.
Rather, induce crystallization
of art; art is everywhere.
How to freeze it
is the problem.
To the sculptor we vainly suffer false forms
idealized pieces of rock whom we vainly
contradict in our flesh
in our chips.
-Grant Durando
8/27/12
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