I would sit on the street corners in my hometown of Indianola, Mississippi, and I would play. And, generally, I would start playing gospel songs. People would come by on the street – you live in Time Square, you know how they do it – they would bunch up. And they would always compliment me on gospel tunes, but they would tip me when I played blues.
B. B. King
Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug’s game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.
T. S. Eliot
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
sept 22.-2018-MYMM repost
And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been. Rainer Maria Rilke