Today we no longer know what to call art, what its function is and even less what function it will have in the future. We know only that it is something dynamic — unlike many ideas that have governed us.
“A bee upon a briar-rose hung And wild with pleasure suck’d and kiss’d; A flesh-fly near, with snout in dung, Sneer’d, ‘What a Transcendentalist!’”
Coventry Patmore | “The Flesh-Fly and the Bee”
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