Random thought today
I am often put off by the inability of art to go after the big picture
Or maybe its the smaller idea that lends itself to the bigger picture
Maybe I can't love the small things
Maybe a poem about something that just almost gets there bothers me more
If you lend yourself to writing about how one eats cereal or the coolnees of plums in the ice box...
I get that
If you want to almost write about something important like the idea of poses or small crime...
I get upset.
There is coward art and there is lazy art.
But what I don't understand is how no one calls people out on it.
Like Rufus Wainwright - I mean seriously.
Random thought. Totally doesn't make sense.
Tomorrow - we close on the house - YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!