MAMA, MAMA,
HAVE YOU HEARD?
Posterity wears a willow stick and a timepiece in
its naval. The long evening of a darkening sun is
just now setting in. It's been mentioned before
how the 'peerage of tin eyes' can misunderstand
so many things. I see. I see. I see.
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A true artist is a heavenly fool, yes, a heavenly
fool producing a beauty only he or see can see.
It has to be made, for it's demanding a presence
by the knocking inside his head. Dazzled to death
by scruples, the shapes and colors of his own
sacred human conscience. Yes, yes. I see.
I see. And I really have no place else to be.
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