Tableau

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, and go to the grave with the song still in them. - Thoreau

chalked art

falling apart

able to reach the tip of a glacier

even fingernails on a chalkboard have an eraser

if you can find it

Author's Note

"Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends... Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts." - Thoreau

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love everything about this posting from the quotes to the tunes to the poetry. I love the first line becuz it harkens to my core belief that art is so transitory & chalk is a great shorthand way to say that. Becuz of the title, I tend to see the overall message in terms of "the masses" -- there's so much noise in the ether, it's hard for the art not to be drowned out by the grinding (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

just spilled out today, spur of the moment - wasn't even sure where i was gonna go with it. great thoughts on the matter my dear ... :)