It is well known that there’s a fine line between genius creativity and insanity. The line exists in the gestalt, not in the mind of the artist. Why are we so surprised to find beloved artists so often caught up in monstrosity?
It is well known that there’s a fine line between genius creativity and insanity. The line exists in the gestalt, not in the mind of the artist. Why are we so surprised to find beloved artists so often caught up in monstrosity?
The First Mate of Fate
Verse 1:
The nights are an opus of shadows and sighs,
I search for a light that’s fading away.
Caught in the tempest of life’s cruel disguise,
And there’s darkness where hope used to stay.
The First Mate of Fate
Verse 1:
The nights are an opus of shadows and sighs,
I search for a light that’s fading away.
Caught in the tempest of life’s cruel disguise,
And there’s darkness where hope used to stay.
Here’s a me poem - lmk what you think? (See comments)
Here’s a me poem - lmk what you think? (See comments)