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Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Hello all!
At tonight's meeting at the Benton Center we were met with an interesting question: if you wrote a series of poems addressed to your faults, your ailments, or the "seven deadly sins" that you find yourself giving into (avarice, gluttony, pride...), what would they look like? What would they sound like? I challenge you to write your own series of personal letters, addressing these entities. Happy scribbles!
At tonight's meeting at the Benton Center we were met with an interesting question: if you wrote a series of poems addressed to your faults, your ailments, or the "seven deadly sins" that you find yourself giving into (avarice, gluttony, pride...), what would they look like? What would they sound like? I challenge you to write your own series of personal letters, addressing these entities. Happy scribbles!
Gustave Doré
The Avaricious
The Avaricious
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This is an interesting idea. What would choose? I'm not sure, but it's definitely something I could ponder for a long time.
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