I am following the blog I Break My Heart and there is a simple reason because something in the about box got my attention. "I am not a writer; I write because I am compelled to.". There is a contradiction in there but I understand it in the same way I am not a poet, a writer, a photographer or an artist because I am an expressionist. I do.
The following is inspired by the rawness of the human soul, which often now is constrained because we are taught we must conform; our work should tick off boxes and if it does not, we fail. Much like how Pablo Picasso said "All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. ". Our children are free without restrictions and then as we transform them to adults we strip it slowly away.
Art is not a science it is a journey of the soul and with it, there is no failure.
Pie Makers
They bake their pies
set a table like an altar,
white wash their paper dollies with smiles like professors jumpers.
Their clean aprons scorn
when pens bleed, break bone and become
the living pie.
