fucking it all up

seems
i learn best
by fucking up
my
failures
are my best
and most true
teachers
sure
i don’t always
learn
the first time
(just can’t seem to kill
that internal
infernal
optimist
‘try again,’
she says,
‘surely it will be
different
this time,’
she says)
but!
eventually
i fuck it up
hard
enough
a brick
to my head
for
a
massive
a-ha!
moment.

so i got a new life drawing book. i keep ordering new art books despite dire times in the money department. thank god for thriftbooks.com.
my bamboo pen, my chinese ink brush, and much messy ink are keeping me warm on this cold, cold night.
in sort of related news, do i need to put sweaters on my lambs?

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  1. Yup. I learn by fucking up too, and sometimes not even then. I can be a bit boneheaded that way. I really enjoy your art style, you know. I’m a bit envious actually. It’s very distinctive, and quite evocative of the emotions that your poems explore.

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