A Fine Magpie by Chanda Singleton Griesë Some things are gray, others are pied How comforting to know there is such a thing as black-and-white—an objective "notion" that doesn’t change like shifting shadows in culture wars Art is good if it is beautiful, ordered, sublime Good is true if it does what is right all the time Truth is beautiful, for on its bars hangs the universe not like the random throw of Yahtzee dice nor the mimicry of the shiny magpie whose pert words, cocks her head side-wise while she parrots all she hears without the knowledge that holds water Now, there’s a fine kind of magpie who knows enough to name exactly what she sees
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