Being An Artist

(An excerpt from the poem by Ellyn Maybe, from her book walking barefoot in the glassblowers museum)

Being an artist
means the recession will always be there
and has always been here
while you sit not writing screenplays
not taking meetings
just writing love letters to Van Gogh’s bear
not wearing a watch
not caring who’s on the cover of People magazine

Being an artist
means you might sleep awfully late
you might choose totally different thing
as the four major food groups

. . .

Being an artist
means you don’t feel you have the right to remain silent

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