poetry is an end in itself

Thankyou Lorca.

In the midst of my money bills invoices reciepts appointments


I sit in a cafe and for a moment read the “Gacela of the Dark Death” and I’m in a sane soul-sustaining world – for 2 minutes I am saved

Thankyou Lorca.

I need poetry EXACTLY like water

It is my hope my sustanance

I must not forget this. Ever.
It is an end in its own right.
No purpose except itself

Its the same with art and music

They’ve all become so entangled with fame and fortune I have forgotten their real purpose

Mjo just performs his songs for the sake of performing his songs – they are an end in themselves