I lay in bed with interviews running through my head….your thoughts on life….poetry…the workings of politics……

Asking questions ’cause no-one else will….an exercise in narcissism…wasn’t that always the case….

One night Donohue….the next Charlie Rose…..so smart…intellectual wits being played….wanting so badly..

Fame?…To be heard?….Recognized?…
Isn’t the craft enough?

Yes….yes….it should be….
The art….the work itself should sustain. …

But…this is America…..
Even artists are infected….
It’s called Cablelitus…..