Warsaw’s Ash — The Art of Life

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. W.B Yeats White and storm cloud ash, mingle with the forbidding thunderheads, above. A remnant […]

Warsaw’s Ash — The Art of Life