Aesthetics: For Robert Long
The lines of order
in your mind
were not confined to finity:
the sorting of resources.
The arts you set upon
with subtle passions
flow from abstract mappings
where intellect bisects the senses.
That was your aesthetic
the skill of weighing
gems by candle light
as we watched outside the window.
By Ben Pleasants.
Snake Girl at Scab
We spent the day picking out lampshades. Not lamps. Lampshades. She had opinions informed by daytime home remodeling shows, and I apparently had an inconvenient lack of opinion. That landed us at Scab during Vineville’s monthly art festival. We’ve come here before, sans the Band-Aid motivation, to take in the art. That’s how we discovered Scab. We even held hands a few times. But as the home arguments intensified and the nights out decayed into sloppy patching sessions, we weren’t left with much time to take in the beauty around us.
By Caleb Ross.