Sunday, November 16, 2008
Back at the NCWN
I'm back at the Main Street Rag table at the North Carolina Writers' Network table. No puppies. And no people. The economic downturn hurts everywhere, friends. Even essentials like the arts.
But what happens when we run out of arts. When we are thirsting for sestinas and surrealist drip paintings? When we are digging through trash not for food, but found art? Then, we will be sorry. We'll all be sorry.
I'm grumpy in the morning...