even though i was educated to an university level, all i've learnt to be worth anything came after, self-, i learnt english literacy after i hid my competence in expressing it in learning history by way of hiding a knowledge of it, and i learnt diacritical optometry learning chemistry; so much of history is scientific, a failed artists i am, but hardly a failure since i'm not married, and hardly a basis for income to raise a family: Nero was a failed artist, but also an emperor, i hardly think there's an analogue comparison for you to breathe a fear into... if the emperor suite is to suggest failure it's a failure with bride in tow but entitlement... a failed artist placebo, always backed up by an emperor's credentials, which hardly translates into all failures of art... a failed artist from my rank of birth is one who attempts both art and parenthood; art as placebo is quiet simply oeconomica non sono quaestus... although ars placebo is quiet simply moratus quaestus - as all sales of fine artefacts prove... a poet's manuscript involves less haggle than a painter's piece ordaining an oligarch's mantle piece... more leisure, less gym, less cognitive tattoos and more optic tattooing... i know a lament when i see one... not a personal one, but one attached to the art per se... had anyone bothered to become a Kantian poet rather than a phenomenon? make sure the violin or guitar is handy to entertain the crowd. it's DEAD... you can't teach me the correct grammatical arithmetic of the tongue, i'll use it as i'll please... you can't teach me what's correct and what isn't... i know my A to Z.