the dreaming tree

i know i’ve posted this one before, but it’s how i feel right now, and i don’t want to write another poem.

#unknown

in my room i try finding solace
from a cloistral life i keep alone,
but outside the world keeps spinnin’ by,
waving hello…and then goodbye.

and i can’t find exact change,
so i can climb on board and
perhaps find my place inside
this not-so-merry-go-round.

excuse me, please,
i know i’m behind,
just give me a chance…

i’m runnin’ to make you believe
i’m worth somethin’ more
than what i’ve done so far.

i have recently developed a sense of appreciation for art that i didn’t posess a few years ago. especially for modern art. for instance, this piece

is a beethoven portrait by andy warhol. and i just think it’s the coolest thing. three years ago, i woulda said that jackson pollock was an idiot, but nowadays i have a deep appreciation for him and others that were truly revolutionaries in their thinking. these people weren’t, for the most part, seeking to be as weird as possible…they were looking for their voice. on the flip side, there are a lot of imitators who think they are doing something creative when really it is just nonsense. but wait a second…who am i to say something like that? i’ve never successfully painted anything, much less come out with something original. it’s such a fine line to walk when criticizing art, because someone poured their being into this work…something that represents a piece of them. there are, i think, cases of posers, and i think those guys are fairly easy to weed out. but it’s sad to me to see such harsh criticism for anything, because i know just how much hard work goes into preparing the product. and then to have it slammed by a bunch of people that are only critcs because they can’t do it themselves…it must be very disheartening. and so i try my best to sincerely look at a work of art and think about how it reacts with me. i find it to make a much more enjoyable experience than simply saying “i like” or “i hate.”

pollock: