Laurie and Lou

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Dear Artist,

When Laurie Anderson was 19, she moved from Glen Ellyn, Illinois to New York City to study art history and sculpture. Early on, she made a thing called Automotive – it was a symphony played on car horns. She was hooked.

Laurie went on to pioneer electronic music, inventing a 6-foot-long wireless MIDI controller synthesizer called a “talking stick” that could replicate any sound. She created a violin made out of a tape recorder (she had begun playing classical violin at age 5, and had performed with the Chicago Youth Symphony). Laurie moonlighted as an art critic while making comic books, albums, films, pop music hits, and multi-media performances that included dance, drawings, photos, and puppets. She became NASA’s artist in residence, and wrote a one-woman show about her experience. Today, Laurie continues to perform her creations worldwide.

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Laurie Anderson

When Laurie was 45, she met a rocker named Lou. It wasn’t long before Laurie and Lou were a number. They shared passions for music, electronics, meditation and collecting butterflies. Collaborating in art and life, Laurie and Lou focused on play, performance, creation, downtime, unfettered creativity and mutual critiquing. Hanging out with experimental and expansive friends, their operative word was “new.” As partners, they built their higher selves.

On marriage, Laurie has written that what surprised her was the way the relationship altered time and brought new and unexpected tenderness. She has described constructing a way to be that enables each one to be part of a pair. Being married to another artist, she says, means both will understand the meaning of “go to your room.”

A couple of years ago, Lou’s health started to decline. He had liver disease. Two Sundays ago, Lou’s heart stopped. A Tai Chi Master, Lou was at the time doing the well-known “Water-flowing 21” with his hands. Laurie was holding him, watching his face fill with wonder as he slipped away, fearless. Laurie has written that she “got to walk with the person she loved most in the world, to the end of the world.”

Sincerely,

Sara

P.S. “The purpose of death is the release of love.” (Laurie Anderson)

Esoterica: Lou Reed’s musical influence has touched artists worldwide and shaped the sound of alternative music. As guitarist, vocalist and songwriter for The Velvet Underground, Lou invented his own guitar tuning, sang in irreverent, spoken-word style, and preferred poetry to standard lyrics. Considered a commercial failure in the 1960s, The Velvet Underground‘s debut album sold only 30,000 copies. “Everyone who bought one of those first copies started a band,” said musician and producer Brian Eno. Later, Lou went on to a multi-decade solo career. David Bowie called him “The Master.”


A special smile, often
by Karen Fox, Vashon Island, WA, USA

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“Before the Evening Rush”
oil painting, 14 x 18 inches
by Karen Fox

I started to read this morning’s letter and thought I was reading Robert but it seemed different. Seeing your name at the end I was touched by your gentle nature that comes through. I saw Lou Reed in Toronto’s Massey Hall in the ’70s. When you experience moments that you know are special you feel richly blessed. When you are older and remember them, they make you smile, often.



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From: Sylvia — Nov 15, 2013

nicely observed, skilfully painted

Possibilities of an artist — partner
by Sharon Cory, Winnipeg, MB, Canada

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“The Haying Fields”
acrylic painting, 15 x 30 inches
by Sharon Cory

Lou Reed’s death was a sad moment for me, as I remember being on the edge of a psychedelic, late hippie movement where The Velvet Underground appeared in my provincial little city and then rapidly disappeared. His music was always important to me but I only recently knew of his wife’s work and their life together. This letter makes me wonder if I missed a really great relationship by choosing never to get involved with a fellow artist. I guess I was afraid that the competition would rip us apart, but you’re right that another artist would have understood the pressure to get the work done, even at odd hours, and the mess that was sometimes made.


Passing a torch
by Peter Trent, Hawkesbury, ON, Canada

Whilst it has been evident for a long time that you are one of many people upon whom your father relies, it is, to me, particularly gratifying that the ‘letter’ torch has been passed on to your hands. The letter has been, for as long as I’ve subscribed, one of the highlights of my artistic week and I wish you great joy for as long as you continue it. Thanks for grabbing the ball and running with it!



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From: Nancy — Nov 15, 2013

I could not agree with this comment more! It is true that you and your father are cut from the same cloth. Thank you and God bless you on this road.


Leaving an imprint
by John C. Wallner, New York City area, USA

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Untitled
mixed media by John C. Wallner

My work uses old letters and notes and pages from destroyed books lost in attics. They show a moment in time where a human hand touched paper and left an imprint. You have done the same with your art and your letters. I feel we live through our compassion and not just our bodies. Time holds our moments in what we do and say and how we treat the precious gift of our lives. As a painter you are giving beauty and your moments to others that remain and continue.



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From: Susan Kellogg, Austin, TX — Nov 15, 2013

Your note was nice. I really like your collage, it stands out from the typical. It has its own logic, color sense and surprises. Good one!


Lonely painter relocates
by Suzie Gordon, South Africa

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“A Bucket full of love”
pastel painting
by Suzie Gordon

I live in a beautiful quaint village that is tiny and tucked away from the hustle and bustle of technocratic life. It’s full of CEOs, inventors, artists, and super human beings — successful and caring folk.

I am writing this after taking time to calm down and opened your mail on loneliness. I found that painting made me lonely and that is why, when I relocated from LLandudno in Capetown — a super special location on the sea side – that I would buy a house right in the middle of Greyton, a unique village where people located to because of the beauty and richness of the land and surrounding huge mountains and the first comment was that it’s a caring village and you’re now one of the family. This was just what I was looking for so that I could take a break from doing my art and pop outside my gate and chat to the passing folk.

I opened a Fashion school here — it was the first multi-racial school in South Africa, and I did what you do. I looked into the souls of each student, guided them through their emotions, gave them hope and love and wisdom that I had acquired through my extensive traveling. These students excelled. I gave the first short courses in South Africa, too. One could understand that in 4 months you could do what you would achieve in a year if you were lucky at a Technikon. This was proven when the Technikons approached me to come and teach their students. I said yes on one condition — that I had to do it my way. No marking, and no following the format laid out by the government education department. It was agreed, and I have taught for 17 years and am blessed knowing I have helped the poorest of poor to become someone.



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From: Mary Bachant — Nov 16, 2013

I find that painting alone is curiously unlonely

Enough, an excerpt
by Bruce Wilcox, Denver, CO, USA

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art quilt

life comes — life goes — just do the work until the end

this will be the last time these conditions exist

you’re good enough — even if it seems everybody hates you

though at the time it wasn’t understandable

you’ve been transmuting hate since you were eight

an unexplainable set of circumstances but one that’s been very valuable to the whole

so there’s nothing to forgive — it will be enough — and amazingly — love is all around you

because — on this side of the veil

we’re all blown away by the beauty of your creation experience

until then- challenge everyone — everything

continue to help where you can

use your tools and do healing work

write poetry and mix music

share your energy field with those who are open

persevere — make art — and just be radiant

create beauty — and you’ll heal hell

I agreed to do the work

just do the work

do the work

just work

work

it will be enough

more than enough



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From: Declan Wells — Nov 16, 2013

If only our world could just write poetry and mix music and work. But our world is full of hate and anger and brutality. Thanks Bruce, you are an evolved being just to dream such.

From: J. Bruce Wilcox — Nov 16, 2013

Declan- makes being here complicated- and your post suggests that reading the whole thing might prove interesting… so I hope it’s ok with Robert that I post the rest of it…

From: Brian B. Bastedo — Nov 20, 2013

Reading this is a great reminder to stop procrastinating and making excuses…just do the work. I am going to write this out and matt it and put it on my wall! Thanks!


Anonymous friend
by Alan Brown, Norway

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original photograph
by Alan Brown

I have been a subscriber for sixteen years in total I think. I know you as much for your writing as painting, and through the words in your emails you have created many a wonderful scene in my mind. You’ve been a great source of inspiration for me personally with your content and style of storytelling. Not just about painting, but life, possibilities and hope.

It’s occurred to me, as this is my first time of writing, you probably don’t know most of your audience. I suspect you’ve become a friend to many out here in email land without knowing them. People, who look forward greatly to hear from you, but for one reason or another, are not disposed to write back – anonymous friends. In writing this I can no longer count myself as one of them, but I am certain there are many. Many such friends, who, like me, wish you and your family all the courage and strength possible at this a challenging time.

“If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run…” (Rudyard Kipling)



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From: Pearl McKinnon — Nov 16, 2013

I too have had only a glimpse, but you have opened many doors, and now I thank you.

From: Anonymous — Nov 24, 2013

Alan,

That’s a touching letter.

Warmest

Gandee

 

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That includes Shirley Erskine of Toronto, Canada who remarks, “How beautiful and poetic a life of love between two creative persons, continued throughout their time on this earth. They gave the world the gift of their musical passion and mutual respect.”

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From: Mike Barr — Nov 11, 2013

Sara – Can we get back into some art related letters. I think this one was a bit interest-neutral and I found it hard to find something in it that I could relate to.

From: Shane Conant — Nov 11, 2013

Hey, Who doesn’t love a love story? This put a face on the news for me.

Thanks Sara!

From: Dave — Nov 12, 2013

Nice piece Sara. Your fortitude to share publically your journey is admirable. Wish you strength and peace in your time together.

From: DM — Nov 12, 2013

Fall in love with yourself, and everything else will fall into its place.

From: Martha Bickley — Nov 12, 2013

Thank you for this letter, it really touched me, and I learned a lot I didn’t already know about Laurie and Lou. Laurie, like your dad, is at the top of my “favorite artists” lists. Both share keen observation and thoughtful expression. I’ve been thinking about your dad a lot and I hope things are going well.

From: Karen — Nov 12, 2013

This story of how two artists deeply lived, loved, and created an apparently fulfilling and generous lives together filled my heart with joy and hope — there is a way to bring art into every aspect of life. May your family and all of us face embrace what fate brings us with the same passion.

From:Brigitte Nowak — Nov 12, 2013

“…back to some art-related letters”? (Mike Barr). It seems to me that some insight into the lives of two heavyweight contemporary artists, whose lives are predicated on commitment and passion, is the kind of insight from which we can all benefit. It isn’t (shouldn’t be) just about pushing paint around a canvas, but about exploring ourselves and our world, as profoundly as we are able to manage, and to bring that to the easel, the sound studio, the dance floor, and to our relationships.

From: Eric Gismondo — Nov 12, 2013

Due to the often individualistic nature of creativity, collaborative relationships in visual arts are relative rare. (Unlike in music) For some reason the number of gay and lesbian couples who share a passion is statistically higher. Children, (the ultimate mutual creativity) or lack of them, may be one of the reasons. Think of the active gay couples who are mutually passionate about collecting art.

From: Karen Mayburn-Eccles — Nov 12, 2013

Thanks for this letter, Sara. It certainly helped me put the Lou Reed / Laurie Anderson relationship in perspective. Though not particularly knowledgeable about either, I was ore familiar with Reed’s early life, and Anderson’s early work. I suspect there is fodder in this relationship for a book. Though not infatuated with NYC and it’s denizens, I suspect I would read it.

From: Rich Mason — Nov 12, 2013

Hi Sara, I was familiar with Lou Reed and the world lost a great artist and more importantly, a great teacher.. It was touching to hear about his last moments. Please keep the letters coming if possible and about any subjects you feel should be written about.. Although we have see different aspects of art lately it’s all interesting and if thought about all types of art help form each individuals thoughts and output. Just think how many people listen to music as they paint. Robert is in the thoughts of many people and providing inspiration and enrichment to many by being so open with this very personal issue.

God Bless Rich Mason

From: Carole Mayne — Nov 12, 2013

I now get ‘electric’ feelings when I open the newsletters.. I’m falling in love with your writing, too! Celebrating artists of all kinds is insightful. Hearing about their struggles and victories are often the kind of inspiration that keeps us trying for our own ‘next masterpiece’… Big virtual hugs to you, your Dad, and family.

From: Susan Warner — Nov 12, 2013
From: Paula Dougherty — Nov 12, 2013

Stepping into your father’s shoes, so to speak, isn’t easy, Sara. I commend you for it. Negativity in life has to be both boldly pushed aside, embraced and transformed. Your courage to share and take over the newsletter is admirable. Keep up the good work. A woman’s view and focus will be different. Much can be gained from wherever we are from opening our eyes/mind. Death is a portal to life. In truth, we are the butterfly, ever shedding our limiting cocoons for greater pastures.

From: Kimberly Ramey — Nov 12, 2013

that. was. beautiful.

From: Susan Kellogg, Austin, TX — Nov 12, 2013

Thanks for this appreciation Sara. You must be doing it right, as you have already got your first complaint! I have followed both artists over the years and somehow the obituaries made me aware for the first time, that I missed that they were together. For years I blasted both of their songs in my studio. I lived in the East Village (among other places) when he came into notice, though did not move in his circle (alas)(?). I probably wouldn’t have written, except to brush back the complainers who seem not to want widen their horizons. Art is wide, not narrow, aesthetics is abstract, not concrete!

From: mary eileen sorenson — Nov 13, 2013

Sara, capturing the intensity of these two artist, as you have, is all any visual artist needs to experience the universality of all art. And the in-spiriting we share in our creativity.

From: Ronald Whitmore — Nov 13, 2013

You have to remember that in many parts of our world women are still not recognized as equal partners in relationships, let alone collaborators in lifetime passions such as painting and music.

From: P. K. Chaudhuri — Nov 13, 2013
From: Nell Moore — Nov 13, 2013

After reading “Laurie and Lou” and I’m in tears. It moved me beyond words. Thank you for telling this story.

I am 82 years old and I have a beautiful wonderful daughter named Sara. So I feel somehow connected to you!

From: Richard Harrington — Nov 13, 2013
From: Connie — Nov 13, 2013
From: Caroline Jobe — Nov 13, 2013

Sara, I love your letters. A different view is always refreshing. What does remain though is the thoughtfulness and inspirational side of your dad’s writing.

From: Darrell Baschak, Manitou Beach, SK — Nov 13, 2013
From: Kate Landishaw — Nov 13, 2013
From: Peggy Ditch-Langdon — Nov 13, 2013

Beautiful..thank you for sharing unknown intimacy between two magnificent artists.

From: Catherine — Nov 13, 2013
From: Joanne Thompson — Nov 13, 2013

Thank you, Sara, beautiful article. It has enriched my life.

From: Maureen Brouillette — Nov 13, 2013

Oh my God. How beautiful yet sad.

From: Mira Desai — Nov 15, 2013

A strong legacy.

Beautiful work.

You must be proud, Robert.

From: Pat Oblak — Nov 15, 2013

Sara,

My deepest gratitude for sharing this and in such a beautiful way. I was so moved by their story and thankful for your loving heart. My most sincere sympathies go out to Mike Barr.

From: Stephanie — Nov 15, 2013

Dear Sara

I first found and read your travel weblog in 2011, when I was having a summer study in Berlin. YOur stories were so inspirational to me then, and now, a little more than a decade later, reading this story about the magical creative couple, brings me again that sense of wonder.

Thank you for your gift of a beautiful story that is real, so real, so inspirational and magical…that I hope and believe that for myself.

From: Michele — Nov 15, 2013

Mike Barr, not everyone who reads these letters paints, but we are still artists – sculptors, musicians, fabric artists, jewelry artists – the list is practically endless. As an artist, no need to specify in what, I found Sara’s letter beautiful and inspirational. Thank you Sara.

From: Lucille Blainey — Nov 15, 2013

Thank you so much for this post. I only heard about the Velvet Underground visiting the David Bowie exhibit at the AGO last month–a privilege and revelation. Reading further about Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson, whom I’ve always admired, was so moving. I love her quote: the purpose of death is the release of love. What a brave, sensitive and sentient ending.

From: J. Bruce Wilcox — Nov 15, 2013

Robert- and Sara- always amazes me when you take something I’ve sent you that’s unrelated, and post it… though this part of it is related to both your reality and Lou Reed’s passing.

I was spinning records in a dance club and working in a music store when the pre-album release of Laurie Anderson’s 12″ single ‘O Superman’ arrived. We put it on- looked at it- looked at each other- and went- ‘What the hell is that?’ Been a fan of Laurie Anderson ever since.

And one must never forget that the subject matter of Lou Reed’s most famous song- ‘Walk on the Wild Side’ was all the degenerate perverts out there- you know- like me… I was in high school when it surfaced.

So anyway- my poem- ‘enough’ is 7 pages long- in case anyone wants to read the whole thing- After everybody else has posted- I may share it… here

From: Laf-art — Nov 15, 2013

Thank you so much for this celebration of 2 wonderful artists, when I first started reading it I thought it was Robert writing. Sara you have the same sensitive and enjoyable style as your father. Robert good luck.

From: Valerie Norberry VanOrden — Nov 15, 2013

Sara, I was drawn into the story and it wasn’t till the end that I was surprised to see that it was written by you and not your father. I kind of suspected something was up in that it was about a rock star and a woman, but I want to compliment you on your seamless and supreme handling of Painterskeys.com with which your father has placed in your hands. You fooled me, I thought it was your father writing, not you. Compliments and kudos.

From: J. Bruce Wilcox — Nov 16, 2013

enough

© 2013 J. Bruce Wilcox

do the work — just do the work

I agreed and began early to do the work — make art — create beauty

allow the inspiration to flow — act on it and manifest my vision of heaven

even if it is abstract

in my mid-twenties I began in earnest

yet after several years of struggle I found myself spiraling down

down into a suicidal depression called hell

leave me alone I’m having a crisis said the button I still have — a gift from a friend

how can one find one’s self in hell attempting to manifest heaven?

after an unimaginable time in the depths of a solitary hell

with no one near to hear my hello — I climbed out

I climbed out but never closed the door

the door stayed open because I agreed to do the work

I agreed to do the work and recommitted myself to my art path

continuing to produce against impossible odds — fool that I am

hell hurts

just do the work — bruce

hell continues to exist because we avoid — we repress- we deny

we continue to feed it because we can’t face the pain — our own pain

decades of pain — lifetimes of pain — aeons of pain

we can’t own the rage — the anger

we can’t own the grief — the sadness

we can’t own the despair — the hopelessness

the work is to allow all feeling — to deny nothing

to allow hell — when triggered- to flow up

when triggered — to allow hell to flow through and then out

out of that which we stand on — out of the earth

the repository of all our ancient denial and ancestral garbage

out of the gap- the crack in the universe

our universe- our world — our work

it’s not a game show — it’s not reality tv

I agreed to do the work — the work of healing the disconnect

the- no that’s not mine — denial — that can’t be mine — denial

yes it can — maybe it is

the — no I didn’t reject that — repress that

I couldn’t have — why would I?

the — no I can’t feel that — I can’t feel anything judged bad

the — no I won’t feel that — so I won’t feel anything at all

the work I agreed to do

the work to heal the disconnect — to feel everything

not just the happy — not just the good

not just the mindless — not just the shallow

not just the acceptable and ok with everybody else

I agreed to do the work of feeling all feelings

good and bad — positive and negative

masculine and feminine — light and dark

but you’re a male — bruce

this lifetime — but there have been others

many others — beyond number — infinity is just that — infinite

timelessness is just that — timeless — beyond time — outside time

I agreed to do the work

to attempt to succeed creating beauty even as I struggled

to find my way out of rejection’s despair

to experience the gravity of homelessness

to come to know the nothingness — the no-thing-ness

to carry the weight of poverty rather than give up

something I’ve most certainly done before

so I agreed to do the work

I climbed out of hell but couldn’t close the door

the door remained open

and I only made it out a few steps anyway

because I found I had to give hell a voice

I had to open space for hell to speak — to communicate — to facilitate healing

I gave hell a voice to speak through me

from time to time it rose up into me — out of me

and took over because I fearlessly let it use my vocal chords

it is- you might say — a part of me

as it is a part of everything and everyone

it’s voice — low and guttural — loud and screaming

soft and sinister — horrified and hair-raising

outraged and deadly — toxic and terrifying

sad — immeasurably unimaginably unbearably sad

that can’t be easy — bruce

no — it can’t be easy — it’s never easy — it hurts every time

a pain so vast — so overwhelming — so total — so encompassing

unfortunately — when difficult emotions get triggered

because one’s emotions are meant to move

stopping the wave is so much worse than letting it go

to stop the movement is beyond dangerous

because even if it takes a while — it still kills the self

so I gave hell a voice — I said it could use mine

I held the door open and created space for hell to move — out

to heal by passing through me — unencumbered by denial

no longer rejected and repressed into oblivion

I agreed to do the work — the work of healing hell

I gave hell love — and I gave hell a voice

that can’t be simple — bruce

no — it’s not simple — but necessary

so very necessary — and so few can do this work

no polarized female can do this work — no polarized male — either

men and women are still fighting with each other — blaming each other

this work requires an end to the gender battle

work only an individual who is no longer split in two can do

few humans know the value of the work you’re doing

you’ve wholed the halves — united the opposites

consciously become the one — the ancient split is gone in you

yet I’m human too — this lifetime

but I’ve been everything else — everywhere else — everywhen else

everyone else — so I agreed to do the work

to let hell move through me — through my heart — my soul

to return hell to source- to help hell heal its self

by my willingness to let it pass through me

no longer repressed — no longer denied

no longer discounted — no longer discarded

no longer fractured off — no longer trapped in the dark

no longer abandoned — no longer alone

all feelings allowed — and even loved

no more resentment — no more resistance

no more reason to fear — no more need for fear

no more fear

so don’t misunderstand me

the process of creating is a meditation — a dance

intense passionate mind-blowing ecstatic joy — my heaven

which magically makes the creation work — play

honoring the gifts I incarnated with

and every time a piece is completed and then signed

higher states are achieved — greater clarity ensues

and self-mastery manifests

and amazingly enough — every time another wave of darkness moves

a more substantial state of peace emerges

a greater state of gratefulness unfolds

and grace descends opening the lotus

but after decades creating beauty — thinking I might be good enough

knowing I’d worked hard enough- feeling I’d earned enough

hoping to be worthy enough — praying I deserved enough

after being beaten up enough and beaten down enough

while never being popular enough because I’m far too progressive

and living on next to nothing for far too long

my gifts remain a curse

a few months before her own death — my mother called

being a make the best of it sagittarian

after making a mess of it herself — she said — get a job

hell rose up so fast I had to hang up in order to prevent a disaster

I really didn’t want to just blow her away

so we never spoke again because she was still clueless

I have a job — to make art — create beauty

and in the process — heal hell

the work I agreed to do

financially — creating beauty isn’t very functional

at least for someone who doesn’t work in the most accepted media

the most traditional formats — which I don’t

maybe somewhere else it’s highly valued

but not on this earth — not here — not now

the insurance man says I can only claim the value of my materials

the tax man says I can only write off the value of my materials

my talent — my time — my expertise — my varied media

my vision — my individuality — my originality — my uniqueness

all the skills and attributes I’ve spent decades

even lifetimes — acquiring and refining

the things that make my art — my art

valueless — meaningless — even futile

apparently — art has no intrinsic value

and according to my brother — unless I can find a buyer the work is worthless

even a dead end- at least until I’m dead — but I’m not dead yet

so I guess I’m still hoping it will then have value

because it pretty much seems you have to have died

in order to make enough to succeed financially

at least for me

however — being blunt and straightforward enough

you never succeed if you stop- if you give up

but I guess I forgot to remember

I’d need an expensive marketing machine

and a sugar daddy — I mean husband — I mean patron

I can’t just do it on my own? I can’t just do everything myself?

I need a personal assistant? I need a business partner?

I came to do the work — create beauty

I came to do the work — heal hell

and I can’t seem to make enough to support myself

because too few want to pay for the art

and nobody wants to pay somebody to heal hell

which — by the way — is a lot of work

yet almost unbelievably — with every emotional wave allowed to move

unencumbered by the human inability to let go

this plane lightens up — this place gets clearer

this planet becomes more beautiful — more present — more open

because that’s how significant the work is

so I just do the work to heal hell and celebrate the creation of beauty

just do the work — bruce

nobody else can — nobody else knows how

nobody else is willing — everybody else is afraid

afraid of an earth where free will freed its self from its self

I climbed out of hell but never shut the door

hell — when triggered — moves through me without destroying anything

that — of course makes just hanging out difficult

because I may be easy — but I’m not easy to be around

I stand there — and by just standing there

others see in my reflection all they are denying

which can be challenging — and unfortunately

makes working for someone else problematical — likely impractical — even impossible

because I’m done — done keeping my mouth shut — biting my tongue

pretending everything is ok — civilized into silence

I gave hell a voice to call out all the bullsh*t

making me somewhat disruptive — somewhat reclusive

because I’ve had enough — heard enough — taken enough — put up with enough

I’ve tolerated enough — waded through enough — sucked up enough

I’ve eaten enough — argued enough — fought enough — protested enough

experienced enough — and kissed enough ass — too

over the years I’ve been nice enough — kind enough

polite enough — and more than helpful enough

and with a twisted sense of humor I’ve even been hilarious enough

but I’ve also laughed enough at the absurdity

of being part of a species that continues to believe in war

terrorists that can’t get enough of war

barbarians that still haven’t had enough of war

personally — I’ve tried to be smart enough — but I’ve made enough mistakes — too

everybody does — it’s called growing up

yet over time I’ve managed to remember enough — forget enough

and remarkably — I’ve even been gentle enough — and loving enough

but after 60 years I’ve been discriminated against enough

tripped up enough — pushed around enough — screwed enough

f*ck*d over enough — and judged enough too

and in the end I gave up enough — paid enough

sacrificed enough — suffered enough — even cried enough

so I only have a few friends now because I agreed to do the work

to move hell out of the earth — to free denial from the gap — to heal hell

and today is moving day

healing hell hurts

with pluto — god of the underworld — conjunct the god sun in leo

and mars — the warrior god — in leo too

it’s no wonder I agreed to do the work

just do the work — bruce

create beauty — heal hell — and know yourself for who you are

know the self — know the one — know the whole

hell must be healed in order for the one to regain wholeness

and remain whole — so just do the work

no one but you can do the work you are doing

the work you consciously came here to do

no one else cares enough

no one else is strong enough

no one else is human enough

no one else is selfless enough

most are far too separated — still believing they are their gender

so they’ll see you as far too arrogant — far too egotistical

doing this work requires being neither male nor female

doing this work requires merging both — being both

because as you know — that’s what opens the healing channel

the healing channel — it is a tv show

I agreed to do the work — so I have a job

a job that unfortunately — doesn’t pay very well

I’m almost homeless again — no money to pay bills — or rent

no food in the refrigerator — disconnect notices

warning phone calls — if you don’t pay up — or else

I never thought my choice of mediums

because of its association with women and a functional craft

would prove so profoundly mind-numbingly dysfunctional

and after decades of expended energy — I can’t stop doing what I’m doing

after all this time invested in labor-intensive work

I can’t seem to make a living doing what I’m doing

and unfortunately — I can’t be homeless again

I’ve carried the burden long enough

so let me repeat myself — and say goodbye

in case you never see me again — as I’ve been beggar enough

I can’t stop doing what I’m doing

I can’t seem to make a living doing what I’m doing

I can’t be homeless again

I agreed to do the work — create beauty — heal hell

sales have always been irregular so it doesn’t pay very well

still — I agreed to do the work to create beauty — and heal hell

just do the work — bruce

you succeeded even if you have no money

and nobody else can create your work — make your work- and do your work

without a workroom I can’t do the creation work

and after all these years — ongoing recognition and considerable success

I still exist in poverty — and feel like a massive failure

life comes — life goes — just do the work until the end

this will be the last time these conditions exist

you’re good enough — even if it seems everybody hates you

though at the time it wasn’t understandable

you’ve been transmuting hate since you were eight

an unexplainable set of circumstances but one that’s been very valuable to the whole

so there’s nothing to forgive — it will be enough — and amazingly — love is all around you

because — on this side of the veil

we’re all blown away by the beauty of your creation experience

most importantly — just continue to be the conduit

and take hell with you when you leave

it will be a very big emotional wave

it’s the work you came to do

just return it to source

source awaits

until then — challenge everyone — everything

continue to help where you can

use your tools and do healing work

write poetry and mix music

share your energy field with those who are open

persevere — make art — and just be radiant

create beauty — and you’ll heal hell

I agreed to do the work

just do the work

do the work

just work

work

it will be enough

more than enough

© 2013 J. Bruce Wilcox

From: Gentlehawk — Nov 17, 2013

Bruce, I’ve heard it said that we “do the work” by just “being” here on this side of the veil…..beeingness is wonderful! Great poem! Wha 1703t creativity!

 

 

 

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