Imagination Is The New Work
(or, How To Burn Out On Art)
It’s not that artists shouldn’t be paid for their labor, but we ought to refuse the assignation of value and worth purely based on salability or the validation of institutions. Systems will always seek to swallow us. We must resist the efficiency of its gears with the softness of our humanity. Unprofessionalism is asserting our right to be human against this machine.
(from “How To Be an Unprofessional Artist” by Andrew Berardini)
What kind of year can leave you hallow?
(The kind without your own bed.)
This was the year music
was revealed to me. I don’tknow if it’s possible
to live off Free Poetry.
You accept what this path leads to, what it consists of. You have forgotten what ennui feels like.
But there is also your mother asking in a reverent whisper if you are homeless. With little to no steady employment nor living space, there’s room for obsession in your veins: Reality, Reality, Life, Art, Capitalism, Reality, Life. There’s room to…
