You must understand that it takes me a very long time to collect my thoughts and organize them into something sensible. And so, this my attempt to restate what I wanted to say in class in better, more understandable terms:
I envy the artist who has lost his mind. I envy the poet who curses the devils above his head and caresses the faces in the grass. He who knows of a place where there is NO LOGIC NECESSARY. He who lives to love the things that are not there. He who creates from an unreal world that is real to him. The crazy is FREE. The crazy isn't forced to manually make up an imaginary world in order to create a work. It is already there. He who lives in a world only visible to himself, I envy for the effortless creativity.
2 comments:
I agree with what you are saying, but I don't think John Clare feels the same way. He would probably envy you. The insane envy the sane, the sane envy the insane. What an upside down, inside out, and like, so totally strange world we live in.
I also found your hat in the drawing room. It's safe now on your room.
you already have it.
all of it.
you are already
free and crazy.
let
it
out.
:)
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