A slender woman relaxes poolside, seemingly posing for a snapshot. But like the designer furniture being advertised, the image has been carefully manufactured.
Have we blurred the lines between news and entertainment such that we no longer make the distinction between journalism and editorial?
A consoling message designed to raise awareness also reminds the passerby of collective pain.
Are unpublished writers necessarily artists in the ideal sense? Or might their speculative efforts also serve a practical purpose by promoting their very survival?
Order may be necessary for human survival, but it can also induce cultural demise if not understood and periodically updated.
A good poem is probably the hardest thing to write. The temptation to superimpose grandiose symbolism over actual experience derails many efforts from the start.