when I cover my ears
I hear the sea
then the drum of me
begins to beat.
my hands fall to the roar
heart fails.
i’ve no love
and this thing that I make,
infatuated,
I make it but why
I’ve lost the reason
wind rises
and a night fills with rain.
Seeking?
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People who are not artists often feel that artists are inspired. But if you work at your art you don’t have time to be inspired.
— John CageThe Cat Cam
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