The Poor Craftsman

[kolemath]

quite the cynical statement there, river, but it gets at the truth that 'everybody's a poet' (or painter in this case)

(written in a poor mood)

The Poor Craftsman


The poor craftsman is a fool, working
canvas into dreary coast,
dusty sky, broken heart, and other
kitschy scenes, thinking

all those same expressions could
claim a place with madhouse charts,
Joycean smarts, royal farts, and yet good mix of reverence and sarcasm, fits the speaker's voice
in her Icarian pride forgets

that only schizophrenic tastes to me it's the consumer's taste that's more schizophrenic than the artist's, but i suppose either work
get granted trophies for their work, so it might be 'grant' instead of the passive
that every stroke of HCE
was mental-past throo riverrun, don't exactly get these lines and google doesn't help; maybe that's the schizophrenic mind you're going for though

that each regaling wind became
a fame of burning shit -- that is to say,
unworked like hers, not all creative hearts the the prerequisite to good art is a lot of work?
are worth a critic's thought, a market's glance. this fits the schizophrenic consumer theme quite well

thanks for posting