| trained as a writer foremost, though i slip or simply take liberties with grammar, i claim the name of poet... that is my chosen profession, or title, or outfit for this life or whatever...and i am pained by all i do with my acute awareness of its abundant flaws and flagrant inadequacies, but i cannot help myself. i must make art; it is that urgent and irritating and brilliantly anti-climactic... that's just how it is. but be sure i will work to earn your true regard . |
there is nothing more important that i can think to do than deserve to teach the next generation of people how to be artists, how to create in the face of sure entropy and mad destruction. this is what i ask of the culture i have been born into and grown thru, thus i have been created from the struggle of wills so purely intent on winning the only real prize : |