
Portrait of the Poet Peter Hille, Lovis Corinth
the only objectively good “art” is those whimsical pieces depicting animals wearing clothes and doing domestic tasks like little people
“We are the drowned ones, dear lady. We are the drowned. Let the water come.”— Saadi Youssef, from ‘America, America’, Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

Excerpt From: Jeanette Winterson. “Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?.”