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My passion is ...
Creating...anything
I know too much about ...
too little
My parents always told me ...
lies
My childhood ambition ...
Become a famous poet, wacky inventor or mediocre artist.
My favorite memory ...
a field of daffodils.
Why I write ...
I'd die without it.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
The clickety clackety of my keyboard against a symphony of cartoon melodies.
My first job ...
What's a job?
My best moment ...
Now
My inspiration ...
Life
CUT AND PASTE
Art is, once again, pointless.
Once upon a yesteryear
Poetry, music, dance, paintings, theater, etc.
Steered generations beyond mundane existence
Into the fantastical.
Through its expression, we soared
Beyond the confines of our perceived nature
To imagine and materialize
The spontaneous joy of our true nature.
Art, in all its forms,
Expressed our most ephemeral selves,
When we could not, or would not
Trust the basic instincts of human nature.
These days, however,
The artistic community has been muzzled,
Nearly suffocated of its provocative origins.
Aside...
L. Dinkens Stewart
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