A Prose Poem
While reading Charles Baudelaire’s The Flowers of Evil in my garden, a tiny spider walked across a poem titled ‘The Jinx,’ I slammed the book shut. When I opened it, there was a miniscule red stain between “vita brevis” and “ars longa.”
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‘vita brevis’ – (Latin) life is short
‘ars longa’ – (Latin) art lasts a long time