Dudes, Dudes, Dudes. Dudes take a look at this.

Erin Bow, talking about a chapbook poem she received funding to work on.

The quotation from Willa Cather that contains the title asks: “what is any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself- life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.” One could replace the word “art” with “magic,” or with “science.” What is any great work of humankind but just such a mold?

If you are not already following Erin’s blog, why on earth not? Go there now and revel in the words!

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