They say that art is long and life is short.
What they don't tell you is there's lots of stuff
That gets in the way of art, and we ought
To ruthlessly suppress it, to be tough.
Like families, jobs, trying to earn enough
To go on holiday, buy a new car,
Keep up with the Joneses. Artists we love
Were often dirt poor, but free to ponder,
Prepare, practice, perform and then go far.
The rich buy time; the poor man's time is bought
With sacrifice, homelessness, living rough,
Rejection, not recognising failure,
Not wanting the material, a sort
Of holy man, abused but still unmoved.
Mon 18 Feb 2008
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