Greetings from balmy Warsaw.


If you want material for a grim country-western song or maybe a bittersweet Leonard Cohen tune, listen to about 5 minutes of Polish history, much trod upon and has also worn the boots. One wonders why the human animal is constituted with such complexity that it has turn so hard and dizzy itself to make its bed. It would seem that with so much ambient loveliness – with, manifestly, enough for all – there would be no imagination for anything other than peace. That we imagine at all, that we support an imagination based on stillness and excelling to agape, that we practice generosity in the forms of performance along with charity and reverence (wild play included in the spectrum of reverential practices) in our sites – is the habit of our critique and the standard by which we examine our consciences as artists…

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