Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The Awful Uncertainty of the Artist


Maybe this is it:

the depression/mental illness
that will finally make my work (and life)
meaningful
saleable
interesting.

But,
(oh God)

...what if it's not?

4 comments:

ThatGreenyFlower said...

Well, it just fruggin' sucks, then, doesn't it?

Sonnet Boy said...

Poet's Noet: this might be read as at least half satirical. :) I've been reading some "serious" literary stuff lately, and it always seems that in order to be serious you have to be mentally fucked up in some way, or the victim of a saleable tragedy.

But you know, when you have to explain the joke, something's wrong with the setup... :)

ThatGreenyFlower said...

I got the joke, really. I was merely suggesting that, if indeed this round of depression/angst/etc WASN'T the one that provided your lucky break, then it just fruggin' sucks! Sheesh. I do have a bit of hyperbole in me yet, pal.

Sonnet Boy said...

Ack! Sorry, I'm an idiot. I'm going to have to stop commenting on comments. It just reveals what an overly-sensitive-to-criticism tool I am. I'll be quiet from now on, I swear, I'll take it and like it. :)