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Art/Egot – ism.

I would think there’s probably a lot of psychic overlap between people who are said to be great egotists and people who are said to be great artists.
And, if this is true – then can egotism even be looked at in the same light? That same old green gloom of regret and shame?
I think NOT – for art is that simultaneous expression and impression of the pattern of life, the very grain of the wood in the tree of life!
(I’ve got a blue biro-scratching of a little tree in the notes at this point and wish an equivalently spirited effect could be had on this window of illusory plasmic phonetics)
Endeavor to attatch less and less to the mere explanation of this holiest of facts, however – for alone it provides little for the guts to get around. And life IS the guts.
Annotate it all if you fucking must – but just remember that the master of such annotation is your own self and there is never the reverse of that, you won’t ever answer to your own rules.

Natural procession.

How many men & beasts & beings

Are intertwined with everything?

For when we die and leave our dust

It blows away, or we think it must,

But where it blows no-one says,

When does it stop? After several days?

Never – haha! It turns and spins,

Dynasties imprinted in the wind,

Kings in leaves dropped underfoot,

Tsars, emperors, earthworm’s guts,

Artists, scientists, all manner of folk

Reminisce in the unborn yolk,

Cleopatra, queen of snakes

Crawls in the beds of fiery lakes,

So brace those warriors in thy bones

Iconoclast! Time will never take you home,

Cut loose the murmur, slay the groan

And stride atop the golden thrones