We all have opinions. When it comes to art, the arts, stuff, ya know, cultural (what the hell do we call it, but ya know what I mean), that is well, kinda, subjective, what do our opinions mean. As we get older, this all adds another layer. We remember the excitement we felt about somethinc, and then we think was that excitement real. In other words, how did that excitement lead to a judgment; a judgment that was correct? In other other words, did it?

Ya know what I’m sayin’. It’s even worse when you try to make the stuff. You like this. Someone else likes that. How are you supposed to make somethinc that somebody likes. What are you supposed to be doing. Is that what you’re supposed to be doing? Are you supposed to be doing what you’re supposed to be doing.

Not everyone can be your hero. How do you choose? Recently the M Word was ensconced, enshrined, entombed (whatever they call it in this thing) in the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame. She is not my hero. She didn’t perform. Iggy Pop performed. Iggy Pop performed two of her “songs.” Iggy Pop is not in the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame. Iggy Pop is my hero.

I don’t think popularity is the way to choose your heroes. I don’t think. I don’t think not being popular is the way to choose your heroes either. I don’t think. I like Lawrence of Felt. I like Oasis too.

BTW, did I mention Iggy Pop is not in the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame. Did I FUCKIN’ MENTION THAT IGGY FUCKIN’ POP IS NOT IN THE FUCKIN’ ROCK ‘N ROLL FUCKIN’ HALL OF FAME.

Poets write poems when they’re young. It gets harder when they’re not. They get wisdom. Suddenly what they’re feelin’ gains perspective. I think what I’m about to say is true, but it might not be. When you don’t make this stuff we’re talkin’ ‘bout, you can have these non-perspective feelin’s, these excitements ‘bout stuff, ‘bout bands, ya know, etc., and then well you don’t. I mean it doesn’t matter that much. When you make this stuff it’s different.

The poet W.H. Auden, liked to go back to his earlier poems and try to fix ‘em. I like W.H. Auden. He’s a hero. I do my best to find versions of his poems before he later fucked them up.