Where are all the great patrons
Throw me a hook you fishers of men
That I might be caught and eaten
by the audience beyond the footlights
That my blood be spilled on pages
and canvas in prescribed portion
Afford me the flame of arrogance
to believe that my own hand
in the fire of creation touches wonder
and maybe God himself
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
Where are all the great patrons
Throw me a hook you fishers of men
That I might be caught and eaten
by the audience beyond the footlights
That my blood be spilled on pages
and canvas in prescribed portion
Afford me the flame of arrogance
to believe that my own hand
in the fire of creation touches wonder
and maybe God himself
Creativity is the currency of tomorrows. History shows that patrons have had a strong hand in who we become. Creative people are every where, however the ones with support advance while the rest work harder and arrive later. It is a communal act to support an idea or work of art.
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