Welcome to The Coffee Shop, just for you early risers
on Monday mornings. This is an Open Thread forum,
so if you have an off-topic opinion burning a hole in
your brainpan, feel free to add a comment.
“Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.”
“The enchantments of the past must always
become the disenchantments of the future.
But memory, a preservative, may intervene …
Art, the embalmer of memory, is the only
human vocation in which the time regained
by memory can be permanently fixed.”
― Howard Moss, from
The Magic Lantern of Marcel Proust
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