Still Life
Somehow one art work distills all human form-- the artifacts of our desire together in one oiled portrait brimming with solicitous details of everyday fact. A congeries of plant, mineral, animal just at that equipoise of viewpoint, butterfly still fluttering against the pin of the zoologist eager to frame the right colours and textures, a mind convinced of transcendent virtue. Stillness is such a tempting misrepresentation of empire and cruelty. David Radavich David Radavich's recent poetry collections are America Bound: An Epic for Our Time, Middle-East Mezze, and The Countries We Live In. His plays have been performed across the U.S., including six Off-Off-Broadway, and in Europe. He has served as president of the Thomas Wolfe Society, Charlotte Writers' Club, and North Carolina Poetry Society and given performances in such countries as Egypt, Germany, Greece, and Iceland. www.davidradavich.org.
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