What does that mean Joe
What it says on the box
Imagine you are a musician
You are talented
You dream of fame and fortune
But it does not arrive
It was never there in the first place
In time you begin to realise this
You either fade
As most do
Or you end up playing minor gigs
Knowing that you will not go no further
You lie to yourself
As we all lie to ourselves
That is a rather depressing way of looking at things
More realistic than depressing
Who said life is but a shadow
Indirectly Shakespeare
You will find it in Macbeth
He actually describes life as a walking shadow as it has become meaningless to him
You mean life is a shit and then you die
Simply put but yes Josephine
Why did you call me Josephine
Are you angry with me
No
Mummy and Daddy would call me Josephine when they were cross with me
I am not angry with you
I like Shakespeare but do not always understand him
Just listen to the music of his words
The rest if you do not construct barriers will come naturally
I was reading recently that he might of not written all he is thought to have written
I do not believe that for a moment Josie
Rather like great artists he may have had assistants
That is all
But some of the people who challenge his work are respected academics
Most of their theories are wafer thin and are based on conjecture
They are just trying to find their niche
Which does not exist
I often read these people before I wipe my arse
They are just cunts and not worthy of my shit
They just want their fifteen minutes
Masturbation is not enough
Their life has become meaningless to them
They really fuck you off Joe
I dislike frauds
You are very black and white in many ways
More white Josie as I see the light
I dislike black
You need to see things clearly
Otherwise you will not write poetry
It is so vital that you appreciate the circle
If you do not appreciate the circle
Then you are blind
That is quite simple
Are you travelling forward with your poetry
Not really
Explain
If I am lucky I am on a parallel branch line
Do you not like your poetry
It is not that I dislike my poetry
But sometimes I am at a red signal
Do you ever dislike your poems
I would not write poor poetry
I have abandoned more poems than I have published
Where do you keep them
Here and there as sometimes I cannibalise them
As they might have lines or words of merit