OUTRAGEOUS MISFORTUNE! MASTERWORKS THAT GO BEGGING!
You yell out “Wow!” and sit shaken. You are alone and no one hears you. Sometimes tears are found rolling down your face like rivers and you look around—but there is no one there.
It may be that you have just sat before a masterpiece that exists only in the minds of a few. It may be that you have been slain by a work of art that is only enjoyed by the devotee who has found the hidden trail and has taken that road less traveled.
But you see it differently.
You see that here is that work that can lift souls, move hearts, thrill, chill, and just plain old dazzle.
You see that you, yourself, want to yell out its glories so that others might be brought into the fold.
You see that you must make sure that this work of pure genius never goes begging again.
You see that here lies a work that, at the very least, the masses must be told about. Here lies a work that will transport, lift, jolt, punch a person through this old, boring landscape far into the next.
You see that here lies a work that should be shared with the world.
Evangelist.
Yeah, you.
Do not deny it.
There no one else.
Go forth.
Compel them to come in.
Go forth.
Spread the news.
Go forth.
Take the risk of your taste.
Go forth.
And say
With Robinson Jeffers,
“It Catches My Heart in Its Hands.”
Go forth.
Let
The
Whole
World
Know!
You yell out “Wow!” and sit shaken. You are alone and no one hears you. Sometimes tears are found rolling down your face like rivers and you look around—but there is no one there.
It may be that you have just sat before a masterpiece that exists only in the minds of a few. It may be that you have been slain by a work of art that is only enjoyed by the devotee who has found the hidden trail and has taken that road less traveled.
But you see it differently.
You see that here is that work that can lift souls, move hearts, thrill, chill, and just plain old dazzle.
You see that you, yourself, want to yell out its glories so that others might be brought into the fold.
You see that you must make sure that this work of pure genius never goes begging again.
You see that here lies a work that, at the very least, the masses must be told about. Here lies a work that will transport, lift, jolt, punch a person through this old, boring landscape far into the next.
You see that here lies a work that should be shared with the world.
Evangelist.
Yeah, you.
Do not deny it.
There no one else.
Go forth.
Compel them to come in.
Go forth.
Spread the news.
Go forth.
Take the risk of your taste.
Go forth
And say
With Robinson Jeffers
“It Catches My Heart in Its Hands.”
Go forth.
Let
The
Whole
World
Know!
You yell out “Wow!” and sit shaken. You are alone and no one hears you. Sometimes tears are found rolling down your face like rivers and you look around—but there is no one there.
It may be that you have just sat before a masterpiece that exists only in the minds of a few. It may be that you have been slain by a work of art that is only enjoyed by the devotee who has found the hidden trail and has taken that road less traveled.
But you see it differently.
You see that here is that work that can lift souls, move hearts, thrill, chill, and just plain old dazzle.
You see that you, yourself, want to yell out its glories so that others might be brought into the fold.
You see that you must make sure that this work of pure genius never goes begging again.
You see that here lies a work that, at the very least, the masses must be told about. Here lies a work that will transport, lift, jolt, punch a person through this old, boring landscape far into the next.
You see that here lies a work that should be shared with the world.
Evangelist.
Yeah, you.
Do not deny it.
There no one else.
Go forth.
Compel them to come in.
Go forth.
Spread the news.
Go forth.
Take the risk of your taste.
Go forth.
And say,
With Robinson Jeffers,
“It Catches My Heart in Its Hands.”
Go forth.
Let
The
Whole
World
Know!
