Though I’ve roamed through many places, None there is that my heart troweth Fair as that wherein fair groweth One whose laud here interlaces Tuneful words, that I’ve essayed. Let this tune be gently played Which my voice herward upraises.
“Art should shock, hurt, offend, intrigue, be a merciless critic of the merciless times we are not only witnessing but whose victims we have become.”
Daša Drndić
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