to be about the brevity of life and the painful transience of human love and beauty. But if we lived for a thousand years or more in a condition of youthful health and vitality the postulated life extension technologies promise to hold us permanently in our late twenties then would we come to see these poems as the curious remnants of an antique world rather than urgent expressions of the deepest truths of our predicament?
from Bryan Appleyard: Cosmos: Becoming immortal
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And, if that weren't enough, the north, river-facing wall of the museum has been covered by six gigantic examples of "street art". "Very colourful," says one old lady, peering through the downpour. Well, yes. And free--indeed, you don't even have to get to the Tate to see the pictures. They're clearly visible from vantage points in the City. It's art that's just there in the world, waiting for you to pass. (The fact that it is not street art, it is tamed, institutionalised street art, a form turned into a style, is, for the moment, beside the point.)
from Bryan Appleyard: The Sunday Times: Is there a price to pay for free art?
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