Poem: Life and Art
Life and Art after Cavafy In truth, he never had the energy required to pursue a life of pleasure. Despite the odd chance fling and the amount of time he spent vividly imagining erotic encounters, he generally preferred to pleasure himself, thus avoiding the bother of meeting other people and giving him time to concentrate on his art. Now he is friendless and has no pleasant memories to sustain him. What’s more, his poems aren’t that good either.
