Here’s an alternative.
You can also readily start a twitter account for tiny poems or a tumblr, and send those unloved-by-others literary babies out into the internet wilds to earn you fame and fortune.
Or a minute sense of satisfaction, and a goad to further work.
I like e. e. cummings. I’ll have to look into this book.
Best advice I ever got was from fluxus artist Geoff Hendrix. After a performance in Budapest I asked him how I would know if I was an artist.
And he said “if you think you are an artist, you are an artist.”
There I am at 5:04, uncut-hair held up with a bandanna, the star-shirt, wild-eyed enthusiasm*:
Oh. And I ate one of the beans. So I became part of the performance, so it has not yet ended.
* and probably 40+ fewer pounds than today. ugh.
Uh, and eat pudding!
