Monday, August 2, 2010

Quill #20 - Artist Descending Life (2001-2002)

It's a good thing artists are brilliant
when we can't afford to pay the electric bills.
Understanding balance is an important skill
when we have to do the books every month.
Only a starving artist can make a "Still Life of Fruit"
substitute for the real thing.
Next time let's have "Still Life of Steak Dinner."
Temperamental natures are a blessing
when the bed isn't big enough for two.
Dear Soulmate, in future lives,
let's take turns being practical.
You go first.
Baths are much cheaper when you can draw one.
When they told us we would suffer for our art,
did you think they meant winters, too?
At least we can use warm colors.
We do our best impressionistic work
when we can't focus on our real goals.
I wish somebody rich would tell us what they like
so we could paint it.
It's a good thing artist's don't need their ears to paint.
Then again, they do make an interesting brush stroke.
We do our best work with nudes
when we can't afford to do laundry.
Would you like one cubist or two with your drink?
When the baby was born,
we understood Dadaism for the first time.
Our best life insurance policy is death.
That's when the paintings sell.


2 comments:

  1. I like this one a lot.

    Sometimes, when you're both artists, the only time to kiss passionately and be in a moment of just the two of you...is on stage. No matter that there's always people watching. You're too busy and tired some days until you get there...in your love scene. And the people watching thought they were seeing a play...but it's not a play for you, it's your emotional sustenance.

    And suddenly, you are breaking down every wall again...allowing anybody in. Still, this time, you have your soulmate for security.

    Being an artist has often been working (usually unpaid) against odds. But, without spirit broken, an unpractical amount of faith in positive outcomes must be applied with generous brushstrokes.

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  2. In my opinion, your comment is a better poem than my poem.

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