I promise this is related, if only tangentially…
Are you the same person in your poems that you are in person? I don’t mean the whole "this one is true, this one is fiction…" thing; I mean, are you as an artist on paper or on stage, the person you are when you are not directly involved in your art?
This may seem like a "duh…" question, but I ask dumb questions sometimes to see what they provoke.
Thanks in advance…
Just a trifle while I sniffle.
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send gibson into marshall
send fender into mesa boogie
direct line —
no pedals! screw pedals!
see what can happen
with just knobs and strings
with divebomb upstroke
downstroke pickrake slap
twist it up flame on
wake the damn neighbors
they’ve been asleep
long enough
tell them that the signal path of excess
leads to the roadhouse of wisdom
and god did not damn the guitar
no matter what they are yelling right now
I HATE colds. I’d rather have a stomach bug than a cold, which makes you feel vaguely guilty for being subpar in daily life.
"Goddammit, it’s just a cold, Brown…get back to work on that writing!"
"No, Conscience, I must sniffle. I am sorry."
Dark Matter 