“Van Gogh was slow to sell, you know, and now
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his work is both revered and highly prized,”
... as though this tacit adage they avow:
Genius is posthumously recognized.
This doesn’t provide solace to my moan
that what I know to be good work’s ignored --
the skill and talent that I work to hone
not even panned so much as unexplored.
“You may be the next-acclaimed dead-poet,
so just be patient, and perhaps we’ll see,
though you were brilliant, we didn’t know it,
and how tragic was your obscurity!”
“No thanks,” I say, “I’ll take my accolades
before I’m destined to dwell among shades.”
The quickest way for me to learn something new is to first understand why I'd like to learn it.