here is another ::: o does my friend capture it --- They’ll smile and tell you you’re great but they won’t come to your show. They’ll tell you to persevere but they won’t give you a loan. They’ll say your writing touches their soul but they won’t buy your book. They’ll say paint paintings make art! But they only come to drink wine. They say make your mark! But when you make it, when you carve a great X in the sand, they’ll walk right by it with their money in hand. For there are walls in this land built by men with big plans, but you’re not one of those men - you’re a maze-wandering gem. At the bottom of water lies a pearl in a lake - the product of some fine geological mistake. And they’ll pay thousands for it, on a necklace, in a store, from a man in a suit - but none would dare get naked to swim through that soup and fetch such a genuine article of truth. They’ll wade in the shallows while you fish in the deep and pat you on the back when you come in to eat. They stick save the whales on their bumpers and drive ’round to proudly recite words from author’s in who’s work they delight. But they don’t learn a thing from the sounds that they speak - their vowels are hollow and their meanings don’t ring. Instead the insides, the guts of their art, melts into goop and slowly it sinks, like a pearl to the bottom of that water-filled pit, where it’s hung up on walls and people chatter and sip, and talk about nothing but nothing, and their dumb little quips.
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 16:33:25 +0000
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