#5

its solitude. a lonely inhabitad place.

its solitude that cannot be sublimed by you

by your family

by your few friends; living or dead

i cannot define it... but it grows every day for the past weeks

i can see it in my face every morning

i can feel in my self every day

this as the entry sentiment towards artistic freedom; or artistic doom [perspective] {hopper}

you will be alone forever in this sentiment

but theres a way out {yorke}

in creation.

para mi hermanita mas querida, la pequenia mandalita que anda flipando por alla::

that time when you couldnt identify with anything; you cant relate to your parents, or your [alleged] friends, or your girl
you wanted new surroundings, and new dreams, and new ideas, new people and new things...
i dont really know, because now i am very alone, and the artist must really be alone, and being alone is a painful thing, and maybe thats the price to pay to compensate when you give your things...
because the very loneliness you wanted to get over, gets compelled into work, and more loneliness, and isolation...
and you sitll end up with that thought, that one person is [going to be] incoindictionally there::
i dont know but its a long way home...
society glorifies the criminal, glorifies the violence; and undignifies the artist.