June 10, 2012 § Leave a comment

i wish i was an artist — a painter, a musician

then maybe i would have some excuse for seeking out enigma;

a reason for a “deeper meaning”.

but i dont want to paint.

and i like to comb my hair too much to adhere to a more tangible mysticism.

is this creativity?

are words really expression? they seem to already have been expressed.

bit difficult to shroud yourself in a cloak of mystery with language, no?

so where does this leave poetry? and me?

how do i stand out

when everyone speaks english

and those who don’t can’t read this?

can the haphazard collection of ragged sentences ever be ‘art’?


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