Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The Coffee Shop

the coffee shop
it is a forbidden pleasure
to go and hang out
only the elite belong
the professor
his students
the free thinking left
or so the teenager things
dressed all in black
wearing a beret
sitting in the corner
trying to fit in
while sipping at a
blueberry smoothie

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Art Show

I can’t do it. They all hate my stuff. I can’t go out there.

They love it. Go out there and talk to them.

It’s wrong, all wrong. My crap doesn’t belong here. I don’t belong here.

Yes you do.

This place is so stuck up. Those stiff suits know that I am just a no talent hack.

You are good. You know what you are doing.

My work doesn’t belong here. This is a Museum. Only “real” art gets put into places like this.

Do you remember when that lady came to look at your work?


What did she say?

She said that she “had” to take one piece for the show.


She could only take one, but she wanted to take three.

She could see your talent. She knew your work belongs here. She broke the rules for it. Now get out there and prove that she was not wrong.

I suppose…