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Poorly paid Laborers Break Up Ships for Salvage

The deft seduction of art keeps us transfixed.

There’s always some visual pleasure to engage us.

A painter’s eye for color and a sculptors eye for form.

An uncool composition of light.

The lyrical morpheme. The skyline of a water-edged city. The play of shadow and light unknown to westerners.

An endless grid of silvery metal pipes. A wrap of yellow caution tape. Play “name that reference.”

The veined white marble is a dead-ringer. The Chinese wire women looked like a Pollock.


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