POEM: Putting The Monet In Monetize

The starving artist
Whose couldn’t be made
Fast enough
Fore his dealer
Rejecting means
Except as accede
In but name groan
Poising as a plant
To the extant one can make cents
Putting the Monet in

This poem goes out for of the artists successfully resist compromising their in order to achieve .  Compromising our to our lives seems to be at the core of our capitalist .  The stark between and people often appear due to the sheer omnipresence of selling out.  It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society -- Krishnamurti quoteWhen sickness becomes the norm, a healthy path seems insane.   As Krishnamurti so aptly stated, “It’s no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick .”  serves a purpose far deeper than “making a living, ” by connecting and re-connecting us to our most primal and highest feelings and aspirations.  can serve as an antidote to the societal sickness built on wanton conformity and shallow . Perhaps fortunately, is often so undervalued that it serves as a ready vehicle for giving freely, de-linked from monetary ventures.  Perhaps giving freely seems like an un-fiord-able luxury (perhaps is a more apt word), but carving out spaces and places for that which cannot be bought is at the core of a healthy , and hopefully not merely an afterthought.  In perhaps the ultimate of artists and their in a capitalistic , the most reliable way to increase the value of your is to die.  Rather than the by a thousand compromises suited to most , artists may literally need to die to boost the value of their .  The gods of supply and demand favor dead artists.  Hopefully, artists will be better valued by their enlivening instilled in their rather than the mortifyingly clammy calculus of the marketplace.  Starve the beast, make ; and may you find it full, filling.

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