Frank Corcoran

The snow will be back. It seems happy to announce nothing, nobody, except
1. the world is ( composed ) of mush, 2. behind ( all ) colour is white-gray, 3. ( all ) music is reducible to this wind whine.
Culture = seeing these our Three Truths, yet going on, head bent ( not bowed ) as we plod around the castled moat. Art puts up a good fight. Is this not something ? The pre-Christmas clenched fist ? It is. Yes. Celebrate this holy time. Behind good cheer we cheer ourselves on, that it ? Yope. Wintry words about nothing, no. Important.
Say it out! Sing up, little man !