The Business

2010-02-03

in Poetry

The busi­ness dreams of, yearns for.
Truly wants, and needs, cre­ativ­ity.
Not know­ing it itself, not being the source.
It isn’t sure when it sees it.
It fears the risk and so rarely takes the risk.

And why? Are the con­se­quences so great?

So fear­ing the risk, they do not take the risk.

Instead, they fol­low each other like sheep.
They over­whelm us with for­mula and copy­cat pro­duc­tions.
And where they mis­tak­enly grasp upon a cre­ative force.
They muck it up, with a shoe­horn and another for­mula.
12 min­utes of this, x for y, fol­lowed by z.
Plus, toss the end­ing that sold the idea for

Plas­tic, implau­si­ble, hooey, that coins the word

Hollywood.

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