Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted”
Wine and sex, the meat of poetry.
SPEAK, Speak, Write!
Holding back,
Holding back is what is not permitted.
To let the narrow golden thread
Flow through you.
No edits, no re-writes,
The MOMENT.
The moment,
ever fleeting is the goal.
That which can never
quite be caught.



“Everything is true, nothing is permitted.”
The pure light of absolute truth,
who could function beneath that all piercing gaze?
What of humanity survives
truth
all pervasive?
The artist,
Poets,
Madmen.
It is the artist’s task to dance in that light
to embrace the inevitable end
and beginning
“Everything is true, everything is permitted.”

most of all I enjoy how the poems flow in consciousness, mingle and intertwine in memory

"and then above all else they must not hold their tongues
when others masticate the language that they speak

prohibited are meat and wine and intercourse
unless converted into verse"

enjoyed the poem
thank you for writing

Dostoyevsky feel here. Fine poem & theme.