i care... because you do

jark

i don’t even give a shit about art anymore
i don’t care when a door is opened  
i don’t care when a heart is broken and
i don’t care when the glass ceiling shatters
i don’t care when art gets funded
i don’t care because nothing matters
i don’t care when musics heard by hundreds
i don’t care because you don’t
i don’t care as long as you won’t
i don’t care so much in-fact… i wrote this list of things
i don’t care so much i might print this list and reap the tiny benefits because
i don’t even give a shit about art anymore
i’ll just keep making it when i’m bored 

  • Author: jake (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2022 20:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: i worry
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    social networking
    and world wide, conformity web's
    ease of access
    and pseudo merit by popularity's numbers
    has made it so hard
    for the genuine Artist's, to find a share
    of all the abundant light
    lest, they confirm to profiteering trends
    and sell-out's hack choices..
    the rest, can only strive and hope
    that they'll be part of the lucky few
    that make it, on the back of their talent alone..
    (a relatable write, thanks for sharing
    wish you the very best!
    if you enjoy
    what you're doing, do it
    if you don't, then take a break
    come back in a few weeks
    see if you've missed it)

    • jark

      oh everything you said resonates! i don't really mean anything in this poem, i suppose other than the last line. ha! Rather that the ways i feel ive little by little "compromised" my art. Conflicted by profit i have been curious recently about any authenticity people claim is lost by commercialization, and the inverse. Theres a part of me motivated by ego and greed that has endless respect for the Warhols of the art world that could sell anything they touch it seems, but recently i heard someone say the best thing a person can do for themselves is write a poem and bury it. i wish for my art to be relatable and free, but its hard to keep it as such. Thank you for sharing L.B.



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