City of Legends

The cure for the blues is work and praise for that work.  Having just received my first wave of reviews and blurbs for the yet unreleased loveaddict, I feel….pretty damn good.

Actually, I am a little embarrassed by the level of praise.  I am often accused of arrogance, but the blistering truth is that, on the whole, I have sincere and severe doubts about my own value as a person and as an artist.  And everyone should always harbour such doubts, it is what feeds the drive to do better, to try harder, to achieve more.

There are individual works that, when I write them or read them, I feel pretty good about, but I never said being a poet made me a better person, the poem is an entity unto itself and however much I would sometimes like to take credit for my works, the truth is that I am not responsible for the talents I have been given.  But I am responsible for making sure they are used as much as possible, and without intent or desire to do harm.

Go in peace, all of you.  Right now I am okay and despite the scars and bruises of a life occasionally lived in the soulless skies above the rocks of madness, I’m doing good.