an.ti in a reflection
- Feb. 20, 2015, 5:19 p.m.
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maybe it happened with a turned head. or a closed eye. all i know is they nailed me to a green colored grid and left me to ignominy. i never did give a shit about how we could market this or how this could be. sold. is it art this way? or maybe its a song that would’ve fit in 83, next to all those bands that you didn’t know yet [but would. soon] don’t tag your corporate moniker on me or alongside my sky. i like my blue(s) segmented with bigwhitepuffyclouds the kind they took away. sold to the higher bidder. [or was it bitter] was my closed eye turned? this was never destined for your cutout bin, marked with a star embedded with
priced to move!
Last updated February 20, 2015
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woman in the moon ⋅ February 20, 2015
Ah, the creative life. I'm happier to just do what I'm told and hope the powers that be can find a way to sell what I make. In my fields it's been sold before it's been made. That might help.
Auduban sold his books before they were printed - well they all did in those days.
colojojo ⋅ February 22, 2015