an alternative to ennui
Monthly Archives: February 2017
Creatively jacking each other off,
I saw them demonize the intellectual –
the rational, the sane.
All that matters is Art,
and with that comes suffering
Only from darkness can creativity reign supreme.
The paintbrush caresses the canvas,
The pen strokes the paper,
all trying to get each other off.
These phallic instruments clutched tightly in clenched fists,
Vigorously pumping away
and what comes is —
What fucked up / sad / insecure place does this stem from?
To speak on things which you don’t understand.
Creative merit isn’t doled out by those with rough hands,
Nor by those with degrees,
it comes from people who want to do it.
Almost anything can be Art,
but it all boils down to intent –
why have you the right to express your contemptuousness
on what an individual finds valid and valuable
to tell a story about.
But the thing is, someone does.
No matter how shitty you’re feeling,
How down-trodden and defeated,
Everyone is appreciated by someone –
I want to write about cigarettes. I want to make some profound allusion to my love for him. I want to talk about ashy kisses and yellowed fingertips. Metaphors of fire and smoke. Comparisons to books. Passion and the patriarchy.
But I find myself writing this: “Why do people romanticize cigarettes? They’re cancerous and smelly.”
Is it distasteful to state the obvious?