The Poor Craftsman

[RiverNotch]

(written in a poor mood)

The Poor Craftsman


The poor craftsman is a fool, working
canvas into dreary coast,
dusty sky, broken heart, and other
kitschy scenes, thinking

all those same expressions could
claim a place with madhouse charts,
Joycean smarts, royal farts, and yet
in her Icarian pride forgets

that only schizophrenic tastes
get granted trophies for their work,
that every stroke of HCE
was mental-past throo riverrun,

that each regaling wind became
a fame of burning shit -- that is to say,
unworked like hers, not all creative hearts
are worth a critic's thought, a market's glance.

[kolemath]

quite the cynical statement there, river, but it gets at the truth that 'everybody's a poet' (or painter in this case)

(written in a poor mood)

The Poor Craftsman


The poor craftsman is a fool, working
canvas into dreary coast,
dusty sky, broken heart, and other
kitschy scenes, thinking

all those same expressions could
claim a place with madhouse charts,
Joycean smarts, royal farts, and yet good mix of reverence and sarcasm, fits the speaker's voice
in her Icarian pride forgets

that only schizophrenic tastes to me it's the consumer's taste that's more schizophrenic than the artist's, but i suppose either work
get granted trophies for their work, so it might be 'grant' instead of the passive
that every stroke of HCE
was mental-past throo riverrun, don't exactly get these lines and google doesn't help; maybe that's the schizophrenic mind you're going for though

that each regaling wind became
a fame of burning shit -- that is to say,
unworked like hers, not all creative hearts the the prerequisite to good art is a lot of work?
are worth a critic's thought, a market's glance. this fits the schizophrenic consumer theme quite well

thanks for posting

[CRNDLSM]

(written in a poor mood)

The Poor CraftsmanI really like the double meaning of poor for this


The poor craftsman is a fool, working
canvas into dreary coast,
dusty sky, broken heart, and other
kitschy scenes, thinking

all those same expressions could
claim a place with madhouse charts,
Joycean smarts, royal farts, and yet
in her Icarian pride forgets

that only schizophrenic tastes
get granted trophies for their work,the real schizos go to the trophy store and buy their own
that every stroke of HCEHCE?
was mental-past throo riverrun,maybe doesn't forget this in her pride, but ignores?

that each regaling wind became
a fame of burning shit -- that is to say,fame or flame?
unworked like hers, not all creative hearts
are worth a critic's thought, a market's glance.because the market and the critics turn the regaled winds into shit?  I think she just ignores it, being foolish and prideful.

Hope you don't feel foolish if you're feeling poor. It's worth the schizophrenia .  I don't know what I'm talking about, but at least it's here for fun!

[kolemath]

that only schizophrenic tastes
get granted trophies for their work,the real schizos go to the trophy store and buy their own

[RiverNotch]

thanks for the feedback!

third stanza: twas once said that Jung, reading Finnegans Wake, thought James Joyce a schizophrenic. HCE is also a character from FW, and riverrun a word -- I've only read a few paragraphs, but I am loving Dubliners, and the plan is to get through chronologically. but schizos going out and buying their own trophies? fabulous!

fame: as in, at least by my interpretation, that famous things at one point or another get burned, or treated like shit -- see Dryden editing Shakespeare.