all good people read good books

someone said I was insane
it does not matter for my poems
that so many good artists were poor
or left alone by so-called friends in the end
as written in their biographies
or committing suicide or simply dying because of so-called
hidden or shameful illnesses
let’s say that Smetana was said to be dead because of syphilis
and remembered for his patriotic beautiful music
and others the same
no death is more shameful than another nor the insanity
when the man seems to be judged by fellow creatures
like a prisoner on the planet of the apes
and let’s say that life is sacred as long as the human being breathes
whatever his ending will be
all good authors have written
existentialist-like humanistic-like or whatever their theory
the same thing
I am not a good author
I am just a woman wondering
about another Götterdämmerung
without raising up the cup replete with hemlock

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