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#3, July 2005
Private collection, Benecia, CA. |
July 6, 2005. Lac Ouaureau, night.
Observation...
I will never be an important artist—I don’t live in New York.
I will never be a great artist—I have not had a great life.
So, settle in and do the best you can of living,
the art will have to take care of itself.
That’s what all us minor figures have for consolation—
we watch the cosmos (that’s life) turn.
Yet, there have been two women who believed in me.
On their love, I have built whatever I have made.
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And, get to work on painting a wedding gift:
Let drops fall into the pool—only chance can break the lock of reason on life now and to come.
It’s a house with a star and a blood-bolt
carved with the infinity of life.
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