In class today we considered the value of art, and I suggested—hardly the first to do it—that art makes us aware that much of life, much of ourselves, we will never understand. As a follow-up to our conversation, I've asked this quarter's English 1B class to note a work of art that they value, for reasons they're free to keep to themselves.
I open the exchange with this song from Elliott Smith. It's sacred to me—so much so that I drew the title of my novel-in-progress from its lyrics. The fear and hope in Smith's voice give this song an honesty that anyone who has fallen in love will recognize.
I invite those who would like to join our exchange to add your contribution below. If you can provide a link to the work you recommend, that would be great—but it's not necessary.