Tuesday, December 13, 2016
There is art and then there is ART.
I was re-reading some book I love for twelfth time. I saw a picture of the dead author in the back. "How old was he when he wrote this?" I asked myself. My age. He was my age.
I've painted and made movies and been in a band. I've left a snail trail of art and stories behind me. I wrote a cartoon for a few years. There was comedy I made, drama, poetry, more comedy, and sheer nonsense. I swung for the fences. Sometimes I made a little money, sometimes a little sweet, sweet acclaim, but mostly it was pipe dreams. I'm good at pipe dreams. I'm pipe dreaming right now as I write.
Sometimes late at night I start reading over my old blog posts. I'm at about 1,400 of them now. My masterwork. Sometimes I get very excited about one or two if I pick the right ones. But after reading five or ten I always come out to, they're okay. They're okay.
And so here I am, at the height of my powers. This is the height of my powers. I'm glad you are seeing me now. This is as good as it gets. It's.....okay.
I can live with that. I can.
But I'm human, and sometimes I want to kick a few teeth in too.