This is what it is:
your parents telling you what to do
your pastor telling you what to think
your teachers telling you what not to do
and the heroes we listen to
Why do we listen?
Why does a sound strike us, and we need to make that sound ourselves?
When we stay true
to our tune,
it will be the same
for someone else.
We liberate the lost
when we don’t listen
to the chorus.
We liberate ourselves
when we do
what we were supposed to.
It is as simple as that
amid voices, saying “Hey you! What are you doing?”
When they find-out your art
they will try to color it with crayons
or compare it to what they love,
which is no love at all
but a value,
given to them
by the crowd
judging taste, by the number of cars
frequenting, the driving-through
of the fastest
fast food restaurant.
Fast
it’s a spiritual discipline
and when you get hungry
make your own art
and dine on the delicious
heart
soul
and guts
like a cannibal
who has to eat himself, to stay alive.
Pour some wine
and listen to them whine
while you drink the life-blood
that keeps you singing
offering, salvation
like your better angels
while you do the deed in the dark
that glowing spark
that keeps you warm
into the cold
lonely nights.
Create.
Procreate.
Make a child that will sing on its own
If you can give your work life
you are a soul creator
a god
who needs a reason
to stay alive
Creation.
Um… that’s not why I make art.
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Good–we need different stuff, otherwise, the same thing would get boring!
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