Several short personal poems written in the late 1930's & early 40's, and
never intended by the author, and great San Franciscian illustrator HANNES
BOK, for publication... gleaned from the massive phantasy collections of
Bok's friend, Hollywood archiver 4SJ Ackerman... and now resting in the
Knowles' catacombs of darkness at geek headquarters in Austin, Texas. Feel
free to pass these on to all those who could use them.
An Artist's Life... God's punishment is immortality...
I sit in the studio
painting.
And my heart smarts
from the harsh words
which have whipped it.
How can the cog
explain the machine?
I am hungry.
I have no money for food.
Nor hope of any.
I sit sweating
in this airless room,
working with fingers of blight
that torture my lovely dreams
into caricatures that shame the canvas,
and my heart cries at the desecration.
I need a breast
to put my face against
for only a moment, in this lonely futility.
I could almost die
today.
Let my hands proclaim
that my eyes have loved.
Art mirrors its age.
Change the times, not the artists
to produce good work.
Those who have suffered cannot really laugh.
You cannot hurt a man who has nothing of which to be
deprived.
The purpose of Art is to create an emotional response,
Pigs cannot breed dogs;
only emotion begets emotion.
In our cities,
There are more dead walking than buried.
Liberty is only another form of slavery.
Creative art is only rearranging the bits of life
into a different pattern than that in which they were discovered.
To love life is to be both
a sadist,
and a masochist
Weep for the fool
who seeks for silver fish
in the bitter waters
of his self imposed grief.
I am but a Moth
outside The pane
yearning for the warmth
of the destructive flame
than glows and grows within.
^ ^ ^ ^
Threadkiller.
Not if you dont read it :P
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Great poem
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