THE ABSTRACT PAINTER : Poems from my Adolesence

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Hitherto, I had made my life like a ritual of rinsing;

Connect, love, destroy and detach.

Put silk in the water and bring it back.

I was sick of it.

I decided to burn the canvas before I even painted any pictures on it,

I decided to close my mind's eye,

I decided to be blind and not see.

I decided to leave the thinking to the philosophers,

Then I decided to leave the loving to the philanthropists,

Leave the images to the painters,

And the prayers to the pastors.

All I had left was what I thought I knew,

Who I thought I was,

And what I thought I was going to do.

What a life.

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