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::: Madness and Art

Is there madness in art?
Do you scar yourself with a carving knife, and pinch holes in the heart, just to create a masterpiece—put yourself, apart?
Let us sit on a chair, a lone throne, loner heir. Should I think of making art, watching skin on skin— on a lover’s crust? I imagined mumbling something in the ear, and then made it a poem out of fear. I think I asked—
“What lies at the bottom, when the wineglass has drowned into emptiness? What remains of melancholy, when all the muses leave?”
But there is nothing I can barely bear,
Dumbbells of duty, on my delicate ribs—Dare!
I sit alone, in a jar,
In a bar, in a car, in a sitting room full of tar.
Should you go mad, when making art? Is art- love?
Is it some apple without redness and shapeless kisses, tears on a vineyard pear?
I look around and I look far.
I see faces I cannot remember.
Here I sit, in this drowning crib,
Here I weep, alone and scared.
But when a bottle spins on my leaking skin,
When surrounded by faces making reckless grins,
I would paint a smile on the table
Print my soul on a label
And call it art!
But such is the drill,
The dilemma that creeps into your skin,
You seek warmth, without begging sore
You want to breathe for a while
Away from all the numbing doors.
But such is the drill,
That’s how I sit inside a monochromatic screen full of sins—making art…

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