“I believe how you looked was supposed to mean, something graver, more substantial: I'd gaze at my poor face and think, "It's still not there." Apparently I still do. What isn't there? Beauty? Not likely. Wisdom? Less. Is how we… — C.K. Williams Copy Share Image
“This is the wisdom of art, the knowledge that beauty perhaps is the one undeniably unique attribute of the human.” — C.K. Williams Copy Share Image
“I believe how you looked was supposed to mean, something graver, more substantial: I'd gaze at my poor face and think, "It's still not… — C.K. Williams Copy Share Image
“Lost Wax" My love gives me some wax, so for once instead of words I work at something real; I knead until I see… — C.K. Williams Copy Share Image
“Even the leftover carats of tar in the gutter, so black they seemed to suck the light out of the air. By nightfall kids… — C.K. Williams Copy Share Image
“This is the wisdom of art, the knowledge that beauty perhaps is the one undeniably unique attribute of the human.” — C.K. Williams Copy Share Image
