An update. A poem. Not really about Muppets, neither do I relate it to Fraggle much, but it could be sang by Mokey. Old stuff, actually. January 6. Bear in mind, English is not my native, so I'm not very good at it.
For the artist
“All alive beings," I spoke,
“Disclose the sacred affair!
Pick up the paper and paint a stroke,
Give it your heart, give it some air.
Don’t be startled by critics,
Practise it more and more.
Ignore words of one who nitpicks
By finding the respected mentor.
He will listen to you
Giving reasonable critique and clue….
Save it for less lucky days,
Keep it within your heart
Until there will be no any praise
For your lively and sprightly art!"
My lasting speech was interrupted,
“It’s useless, it’s a waste!
It’s nothing about you ranted!
It got no move, no taste,
Indeed, it’s an useless thing.
Why did someone invent this unfair affair?
Creating pictures from scratch, from nothing,
It’s a black magic, we’re aware!u201D
Animal tribe was blind
To grandeur the art carries…
Why? I think, it is a jealousy kind.
Art, like something impossible, like faeries,
Makes them fascinated and charmed;
They believe in earthlier matters,
They believe in place they farmed,
They become braggers…
“How can you hold your love
Inside the soul for years?..
What can you be sure of
When you can’t express the feelings for dears?
It should be a pain, I believe.
Release your feelings through canvas!
Think of a goal to achieve,
Don’t let troubles make your nervous.
Strive for your goal, strive for your soul,
Be live for your loved ones, be live for unloved ones!
They’re in need, they’re bullied,
You’re a creator, make them slightly greater,
Portray the reality, but let it remain arty,"
I ranted enough,
I vented enough,
See for yourself
And endear the world with paint located on paper.