The humbug of it all

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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, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, 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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