The Undiscovered Artist
striving endlessly to
preserve her/himself in
amber,
having spent no time to pop out
the biological pez that 99% of others do,
rather instead,
working to put more
cultural seed out into the
world,
s/he would be at a loss,
the greatest that s/he had ever known,
if in fact,
s/he was found to be interesting
in the eyes of the easily pleased, neon,
five second exposure,
that makes & breaks those who
might’ve spent a lifetime
creating a vast amount of precious
things,
which generations later
might be able to use
in order to stand on the proverbial giant’s
shoulders &
keep the wave splashing up against the
shore of
continuous
creativity---
the irony is that to be found is to be
decided upon, evaluated &
shelved, whilst one is still alive &
breathing,
killing one’s greatest love so quick
with the label of
“style”---
as if reinvention & the fun that accompanies
an artist doing so,
would be cauterized by the consuming
public.
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