I look at the work of college art students everyday hanging by my janitors closet. If no one were there I would say it was lifeless and dead like everything learned academically, copied out of
books.
I am beginning to sound like my art professors from college, washed up and without ideas, so I must attack the easiest prey.
This is the problem with art in college and maybe even outside of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Art, poetry, music - all have there difficulties in being original.
Thanks for the like and comment David. Yeah it seems to be more so now. Do you have any explanations why that is?
Yeah that seems to be the problem, it feels
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