They brought a woman from the street And made her sit in the stalls By threats By bribes By flattery Obliging her to share a little of her life with actors
But I don't understand art
Sit still, they said
But I don't want to see sad things
Sit still, they said
And she listened to everything Understanding some things But not others Laughing rarely, and always without knowing why Sometimes suffering disgust Sometimes thoroughly amazed And in the light again, said
If that's art I think it is hard work It was beyond me So much beyond my actual life
But something troubled her Something gnawed her peace And she came a second time, armoured with friends
Sit still, she said
And again, she listened to everything This time understanding different things This time untroubled that some things Could not be understood Laughing rarely but now without shame Sometimes suffering disgust Sometimes thoroughly amazed And in the light again said
This is art, it is hard work And one friend said, too hard for me And the other said, if you will I will come again Because I found it hard I felt honoured
hank you so much for taking the time to write this, I find it inspirational and it's just so lovely and I feel it hits the core where it needs to be hit. Thank you for inspiring me to continue writing how I'm currently writing ��
hank you so much for taking the time to write this, I find it inspirational and it's just so lovely and I feel it hits the core where it needs to be hit. Thank you for inspiring me to continue writing how I'm currently writing ��
ReplyDeleteThese are exquisite.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Xxx
ReplyDeleteI love this. Your willingness to lay bare your past pain and be vulnerable is inspiring. Thank you.
ReplyDeletethank you Captain. TY for always being there to read.
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