Part of the strength of Pollock and Rothko's art, in fact, is this doubt as to whether art may be there at all.
The winter does what it can for its children.
Silly girls your heads full of boys
Not until it starts to stink does the inevitable happen.
The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through.
I'm heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.