I laugh loudly and don't know it sometimes. In an ideal world, I'd work at a museum or art gallery, hanging show after show. Currently, I'm attending college so that I'll be able to laugh loudly in my own gallery and no one will care. I enjoy making collages out of found papers and such. I consider myself an artist, but I have a long way to go until I can be entirely pleased with the work I've made. I don't like indecisiveness. I love people that need people. I believe that the glass is half-full, but I'm not entirely sure what it is full of and for the rest of my life I'll try to figure it out even though I know I never will.
Constantly risking absurdity
by: Lawrence FerlinghettiConstantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of the day
performing entrechats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super realist
who must perforce perceive
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence
