Not the type to have ever taken recreational drugs, I’ve always been quite satisfied with what my imagination comes up with on it’s own. Here is one exception- After dental surgery (to have all four highly compacted wisdom teeth removed at once, eek!), I was on some heavy duty painkillers. As I drifted in and out of conciousness, this poem simply came to me. I felt for a moment how Colleridge must have felt some of the time.
There is this phenomena I have experienced myself, and day to day, see artists around me who are trying to build a career experiencing. It’s that “No matter how hard I work, I never seem to get ahead! Where does all the money go?” issue. You know the one. I don’t get it as much […]