I read a little quote yesterday from some highly acclaimed musician and decided to capture his thought in verse this morning. Let me know in the comments if it gives the picture or seems too vague.
the famous artist
buried his lack of talent
in splattered smocks
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It definitely paints a description. I don’t know why but I instantly started thinking about “A Sunday Afternoon On The Island Of La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat
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Thanks for your comment. I love looking at those old paintings — so much detail! I wonder how many smocks those “old masters” went through learning their craft?
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You’re welcome. To be that good they probably went through alot
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I love it. It’s like a joke on all the people who think he’s a gifted artist, when all the time he knew he wasn’t 🙂
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Exactly. And in this case the artist is telling the joke on himself. 🙂
What Nicholson Baker actually said:
I was a hard-working, dedicated bassoonist, but I have to say I’m not a natural musician.
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I completely understand that!
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