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
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
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