art bitch

sumtimes methinks my progress as a poet (yakali) has been severely curtailed/put to a deadstop by my addiction to good conversations. i’ve met some amazing artists, dancers, poets, trapeze artists, and some of them are such boring conversationalists but they produce such amazing work! i feel only despair when later on i find their amazing work after thinking man, what a boring cunt, when trying to engage them in a conversation over beer/coffee/roti bakar. why do i put so much importance in having good conversations? it’s as if i feel there is something wrong in someone if s/he cant make me laugh/intrigue me. and it is as if i’d rather spend all my energy prepping for crazy conversations rather than working on my own art.