ARE YOU PROUD
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ARCHIBALD
VAN EVERY
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Our works in stone, in paint, in print,
are spared, some of them, for a few decades
or a millennium or two, but everything must
finally fall in war, or wear away into the
ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs,
the frauds, the treasures and the fakes.
A fact of life: we're going to die.
"Be of good heart," cry the dead artists
out of the living past. "Our songs will
all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing."
Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much.
