NFTs and the theater of risk - Artforum International
At the round earths imagin’d corners, blowYour trumpets, Angells, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberlesse infinitiesOf soules, and to your scattred bodies goe,All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow,All whom warre, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,Despaire, law, chance, hath slaine, and you whose eyes,Shall behold God, and never tast deaths woe.But let them sleepe, Lord, and mee mourne a space,For, if above all these, my sinnes abound’Tis late to aske abundance of thy grace,When wee are there; here on this lowly ground,Teach mee how to repent; for that’s as goodAs if thou’h...
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