"When the seasons circle sideways out of turn, and words don't speak just fall across the carpet ..."

Is the purpose of the artist in 2022 to write grants? Is that the burning need for expression? The pressure to commune that demands release is neatly double-spaced obeisance to the money tap?

There is more genuine art in the decorative choices of an average immigrant's flat than the collective creational drive of the southside arts community because one is genuine and the other is so immured in bureaucracy that it cannot, regardless of eventual outcome, be considered true.



The voice of revolution cannot be funded through the engines of oppression, and what you create for Mammon will be critiqued by Maat.

Also, you can have a free mango cannoli if you buy £30 or more worth of food today.

You know, as a treat.