Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing,
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead and how
In the grave all love shall sleep
Love is aweary now

– James Joyce

Poetry

Was an effort made to create this? Was an effort made to overcome this? Is good art the capitulation of the artist?

The good life

Don’t underestimate the power of pretty scientific models! On the catwalk of the universe they are all we have.

Activism