Great artists hover between light and dark.
Their inner turmoil permeates their work.
The mad clowns of culture balance between life
And death. They're like nervous acrobats who,
Although they taste fear, are addicted
To danger. They're certainly no strangers
To controversy. And it only takes,
One mistimed step to fall, and end it all.
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