Let them eat....A Poem by Joel M FryeThe starving artist story reads better than it lives...but I have lived it with full knowledge. And have lived happier for it, mostly.
Poets...writers...artists...musicians.
Those who eat their words, bleed their colors, breathe their notes. Only dreamers of no consequence. Only lovers of life who write, paint, sing to live. Movers and shaker laugh at the starving artists. Few will make money, fewer still reach fame. Many reach the hearts of other lovers of life, resuscitating dying dreams, breathing hope and beauty, singing glory and brilliance into dark, cringing corners. The bleeding hearts begin to heal and beat, beat, beat as one; a marching tune, a clarion call to gather into thunderheads to storm toward the movers and still the mighty shakers, a deluge of words and images the music of the multitudes come down upon the leaders' heads to swallow them whole and let digestion take its course.
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