Posted on November 27, 2014
Don’t think about making Art, just clatter right on
The suicide toll amongst artistic, feeling, sensitive people, is high. It’s the artistic types, who take too much on board, who drop before their prime. Why worry about making Art? Why worry if it’s good enough? Expressive enough? Sensitive enough? Artistic enough?
"Yah, booh!, sucks!" is what I say to all those worries.
Whatever your medium is, just clatter right on.
Paint it, compose it, write it, live it, breath it, listen to it, magic it, and pour your feeling into it. Whether it’s skipping down the street, or singing in the shower, or climbing a mountain, or restoring an old bicycle…
just Make Art! 
That’s what I do+++ Bugger it, ain’t nobody’s gonna stop me scribbling. I’ll scribble damn well anywhere, anytime I please. In fact…
I’m a proud scribbling fool. At your service. 
Maybe.
And leave my poetry in the hall
I have to try some opening line
Before I taste a fine French wine
I’m sure I’ll pen some catchy verse
The day they drop me in the hearse.
I’ve scribbled on the toilet door
And penned a satire on the floor
I’ve worried people on a train
Because I hummed a quaint refrain
A rebel song that told a tale
Of Liberty and guns and ale.
Freedom means I stand up tall
I work, I sweat, I sometimes fall
But always I will try and stand
Behind the line drawn in the sand.
Go burn the timbers of this ship
Or breach her with a gaping hole
Although It be her final trip
You’ll never quench her soul.
go back to list of possible Tunnels Out? 
Last edited by Francis Meyrick on November 28, 2014, 10:54 am
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