Great art is surprising.
But I knew a career would kill the magic so I refused it. Record deals. Fame and fortune. I rejected it all. When crowds applauded too much in my head I’m thinking “you fuckers dont know what you want”. I disbanded all my projects and dislocated joints to make room for new kinds emptinesses. That feeling you get on a water fast where you begin to doubt the whole apparatus that doubts.
Rode busses all night because it was raining and I didn’t have money for a hostel. Travelled through countries and cities and woke up in new places. What country am in? Everything changed and it was fun to live this way. My journals were pregnant with revolutions that would fail.
I somersaulted my way to manhood although still secretly proud of my alienation. Did backflips to banks that declined cards. Got banned and ridiculed. Started new bands with kiddie rules. Wrote a song called Kitty Rules. They banned that too.
Look man I don’t know who you are where you’re from but around here we do things in a certain kind of way. Often nude. You wanna bathe? Go to the waterfall near the caves. There you will find a wise woman who will ask you a question. Do not hesitate to take the leap. Otherwise you will be stuck in the swamps and at best wine and dine with people you don’t really care for.