2006
6.180
29.vi.25
the artists refuse to
leave the residency
they dig in deep
have the habit of the place
the artists have fortified themselves
with spirits
(elves and faeries, trolls, all sorts)
they assert the every artist’s right
it’s as if they each were born to it
the making
and wherever they go
there’s imagination
they’re doing destiny too
pass the baton
they inspire!
they’re in the conversation
they are entitled as anything!
thing that afflicted before is now
less
the residency is a kind of cure
everyone thinks they’re on holidays
but there’s all this work no one
understands
least of all them
they go on!
the artists forget where they’re from
who they are
they’re in the swing
they need no why
they have decided to haunt the place
with their signs
with inkling this that, quandary
they have the hang of the walls
the residency turns out to be just
what was needed
they needed a break
it’s not broken, why go?
the artists are on the mend
you won’t hear the last
they have replaced the fear of
departure
with the joy of staying
they even have a few words of the
language
put them to strange uses
the artists are the sunshine
have come the long way
to do what they do
you’ll never see the back of them
the artists have arrived
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