You are. And the mayfly. And every wasp novel ever lived.
And the hard Winter overthrown by Spring. Motherhood. Grass. Juniper. Your annoying neighbor.
It is art.
A murder might be well committed, and thus be a true work of art. Whether it should have been committed at all is a question of morality. The moral question is both prior and posterior, but it is not a formal question of art. The moral question takes precedence; no murder is ever justifiable, no matter how fine an art it requires or displays.
These latter quotes are harvested from Arvid Shulenberger's The Orthodox Poetic: A Literary Catechism. And, my goodness, this guy know how to put things well.
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