I was at the Greenbelt Branch library on Saturday, and I had finally seen what the past six months of remodeling has done.
Everything was nicer, and much more organized. So, after having a tour of the new place, I waddled off to the art section.
For some reason, I picked up a book called “The Frustrated Songwriter’s Handbook: A Radical Guide to Cutting Loose, Overcoming Blocks and Writing the Best Songs of Your Life”.
When I got home, and looked through the pile of oil painting handbooks and copies of The Prince and 1984, I saw it again.
I finally asked myself “Why did I get this, again?”
I looked through it. Simple enough.
While I also am a visual artist, I am also a writer and a poet.
I have not been writing poems lately. The last was a few months ago. I never realized how much I had missed it. When I got around to writing it again, I remembered how nice it felt. Poems and songs are not different. No matter what, it has a certain degree of taste and artistry within.
So…thank you, Karl Coryat and Nicholas Dobson.
…The Prince is pretty awesome, by the way. GO CESARE!