Cash & Stock: Dividends

...I wanted something of substance. Something I could take to the banks, or out into the deep unchartered waters and aether. Physical, surreal, a living manifesto. So I carved and painted; etched and printed, as wordless moving image... a monument to stand at the edge of land and sea.

Seven days and nights I rested, all philosophical... biblically even.

Ha, then I thought to myself, no one will comprehend the vision, in magnitude, nor detail. I sat, and sat, and thought, let's cash in. So, I wrote about it, the ins and outs and labors from start to finish. A modest tome. The audience, as it was, didn't get it, though it translated rather well into hundreds of languages. And is still in printed editions... even Kindle.

In a final ditch, to recoup and share the byproduct, I wrote a poem. Yes, enigmatic, like person-to-person. Still, they didn't quite get it, but I must have fared better. Now I hear it in another's voice sung, as a song through the reflections in the window, scattering the silence and everywhere I go, its rhythm hummed... filtered as through radio.

Better than I envisioned; a work of heart.

12.11.2023

The Monetization of Art & Poetry challenge @Bunny