Every poem is a cathedral

Notes scribbled down in a small notebook while visiting the Louvre in Paris with a feverish head last week. There is a place underneath everything where nothing has a function, where everything exists without reason or purpose. Pure joy of being. Art, when it is beautiful, connects to that place. Truth is absence of meaning….

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