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May 2016
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.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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