Summer passes; I reflect on Gautier's ideas of art.

I close out my career; a lesson in economics.

Visiting some other poets, I find myself distracted. 

Bridges. A childhood memory challenges my motives to create.

The poem "L'art" by Theophile Gautier. In 35 years, what have I forged?

I sort through the detritus of my teaching career. I wonder at a message.

Le buste / Survit la cit.