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She is not a she in the Silver State.
Never shall be. In the bones of her heart
He will ever be he, unwombed by fate,
Crafted by lies, makeup, the surgeon’s art…
__A petal falls, a stem is cut, a flower
__And a bee; weep, no honey sweets his bower.
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Michael Curtis is an architect, sculptor, painter, historian, and poet, has for more than 40 years contributed to the revival of the classical arts. He has taught and lectured at universities, colleges, and museums, including The Institute of Classical Architecture, The National Gallery of Art, et cetera; his pictures and statues are housed in over four hundred private and public collections, including The Library of Congress, The Supreme Court, et alibi; his verse has been published in over twenty journals; his work in the visual arts can be found at TheClassicalArtist.com, and his literary work can be found at TheStudioBooks.com.
Michael —
So lovely and so true.
Can our world be this insane?
I love the pithiness of this piece. Nicely done, Michael!
The person (she, he, or it) who won the Nevada contest won it purely on the basis of the ideologized passions of the judges and contest organizers, who lusted after being perceived as virtue-encrusted left-liberals.
Everything in America is a bloody joke now.
But an unfunny joke. Have you done your own virtue-signaling yet, today? Don’t fall behind. Others are watching.
Thank you each, for the notice and the comments. Pleased to be in skilled company.
Seems to me, what we do is not a joke; if we do our jobs, as we should, we might yet win the good of all.
Sincerely…