NOT for small dreamers
Great art,
Or perhaps any
Kind of art
Is not made by planning.
Regardless of how
Intense and mindful
The artist tries to be
In preparation.
Art comes out of
The eye and gut
And cock
And ass
And feet and thighs
Your lower back
Your hunched shoulders
Your broken fingers.
Your eyelids.
If you don’t understand
What I’m saying,
That’s okay.
Just don’t try
To be an artist,
Because
Not even bad art
Comes absent grasping
Such obvious truths.
Of course, how we approach what we do can vary a lot from one way to another; it’s good to have someone who can explain us to ourselves: Patti, my wife knows me best. Living with a noisy addict ain’t easy
And it’s also important to consider the sacred value of our secret and magical gifts (thanks for the reminder, Vincent V. Triola: Writing $$ FROM OUTTA THE BLUE
