Only to my doubt can I appeal

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How to Stay Alive as a Small Art Institution, Jenny Wu. Philanthropy Today/ArtReview.


hatred glosses

and evidence belies.
ourselves but ourselves.

– Cynthia Hogue

That fire in the garden’s an illusion—
the double of the fire that cheers this room.
Now standing at the window in between them,
I watch the spiked montbretia suddenly bloom
and guess the glass is telling me a lie.
But no, the flames are there. I can’t deny
the evidence presented to my eye.
Only to my doubt can I appeal
for news of what is false and what is real.

On Reflection, Anne Stevenson

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