On the off chance that anyone involved in UCL’s production of The Trojan Women is reading this, hearty congratulations. I saw it tonight and was very impressed.
Why’d You Lie, Mr Simon?
Your words will not save you.
Your collected works and rhyming dictionaries
Will not fill the void. Though what you create may be
A friend for the lonely, a solace for the ill,
A ray of light for those who walk in gloom,
They will hold no comfort for you.
Who’s to say that you will even live to see
Your books half-read on the tube,
Your poems half-remembered in stuffy classrooms,
Your music half-heard and used as a backbeat for the amorously ambitious.
No, your words will not save you.
Only people can do that.
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‘Being an artist doesn’t mean that you’re a good artist. That was the bargain I first made with myself: I’d say, I’m an artist, but I’m not really very good.’ – Paul Simon
There’s hope for us all yet. Once again, Paul, thank you.
Up The Catharsis 