Days of Art # 53: The Smell of Brilliance

I cannot explain the taste of sour brilliance rotting in the sun like fruit the chartreuse color of the number six — but I can smell it when it ripens and I cannot teach you how to feel the bristles of magic against the nape of your existence or how pink smells against sweaty feet…

Find Whate’er Ye Seek

I must admit, that despite my fairly advanced knowledge of music, I knew little to nothing of Sia. It had nothing to do with her talent; rather, it is that Pop music has to cross a pretty high threshold to get my attention. Perhaps “Diamonds” as performed by Rhianna should have done it, since it’s…