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man on wire

My young nephew’s drawing of Man on Wire.

Up next the same river twice In our positivistic civilization, one of the inappropriate compliments sometimes paid to literature is to reduce it to ‘artistic knowledge’. Not forty part motet Last week I had the tremendous privilege of experiencing Janet Cardiff’s Forty Part Motet, installed as part of the Venice Architectural Biennale
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