ever noteice how like madame curie or bejamin with his kite in the electron storm

you ever notice that, as a aformer artiste
when one delves into some of these devilishly perennial art problems
such as how to portray the sufferings so abounding without
causing the viewer to want to instantaneously self-destruct nor plunge into some dada-istic nihilism?
that is
thinkingabout the vile and evile stuff ongoing each moment
the starving infants
the starving elders
the beaten slaves of today
the myriad souls without medical care
critters beyond imagination who live each morning in fear of having been gobbled up ferociously during the eventide of blood and bones and winged vengeance just ending
of the oceanic plummets, wherewithin each critter either evades or seeks to intake each other, species contra species
the list of heartless ongoings is 'pert near without end

and yet
to be an artist
and plunge into the maelstrom mindless storm of
what is
and portray with such a way that
courage
the urge to help one another rather than turn one's face
altruism
and mutual acceptance
and
gasp-
tolerance
is it not nearly too much to ask of any one soul that she
strive to rent asunder such cloven hedges and peer and peak and bring it on back home, so her percievers, her purveyors, her viewers (who approach, it is to be noted, her artwork as a follower of the dominant religions might a sacred scarred shrine or a ritual stations of the way,)
so these selfsame few, who have turned from religious trite and contrite to deepset genuine authentic spirituality
and seen past drugs
and gone beyond the money bag
and power is not their heroinsong
so that these souls may awaken but having awakened have the healing guidance of the artist's hands to reassure and assert
healing's hopping in, hon
just holster on there,'kay?