Mass ProductionA Poem by C PerilA poem about the corruption of the artistic process.
Fame is to be found in an algorithm, or so it seems
Math governs art, and numbers manipulate dreams Art not to satisfy the soul, but to appease the faceless We must conform, and produce what's worthless Write first, and ask questions later, retroactive reasoning justifying things we don't believe in Mass production An eruption of mediocre material flowing from me Bathing in my own hypocrisy
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Added on March 26, 2018 Last Updated on March 26, 2018 Tags: Poetry, creativity, manipulation, creative process, art, production, motivation AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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