The humbug of it all

© Faizan

We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe …

Ray Bradbury wrote that in a poem called “We have our Arts so we don’t die of Truth.”

One of the many outrages of the coronavirus panic is discarding the Arts among the other “non-essential” functions of humans.

Music non-essential? Live performances non-essential — even dangerous?


I say again: Humbug.

I will take this heresy one step further: There is no non-essential human life. To deprive one of her livelihood in the name of “saving” another is a crime.

With the theaters dark and the auditoriums empty, who will teach us how to breathe?

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, a golden retriever named Dejah Thoris Princess of Mars, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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