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The piece talks about the spinning mind of an artist, who goes through a kaleidoscope of feeling regarding their work, and their very self-worth, eventually deciding it is best to destroy it altogether, which grants them the greatest relief! It also addresses the concepts of gain and loss, examining their absurdity. Please enjoy and feel free to leave me your impressions with a comment.
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And 'gain blank sheet
All loss, my sweet!
And soft, forsooth
Though brazen feigned.
If rough, most surely:
Blame the world for scars,
For fears, through num'rous
Vis'tudes vainly hurled.
O, woe: my frail, unfurling flag!
Sad sponge for lowliest sympathy.
A most unbecoming clown I'd be
A'moping 'round, all agony!
And how they'd point, and laugh, and roar,
And full abuse me 'til no more
Abuse I'd take, from thence to shake,
Through tears of rage discern my cage.
Enfuel my folio with oil crude &
Singe to naught my lewd creation,
Full consigned to bleakest pit,
To be as though 'twas never writ,
All mournless to e'er remain—
A total loss count I as gain.
(And 'gain, blank sheet
All loss, my sweet!) etc...
@d-pend
