Hurt So Good

Hurt So Good was written for all the martyrs out there.

Of which I have been one, for sure.

I speak not of literal martyr’s dying for literal causes. No. I’m referring to the tenuous and, to be honest, tiresome pursuit of suffering more than everybody else in regard to the creation of one’s art.

M-art-yrs in our own heids.

Not that any of this is necessarily pretentious, though it can ferment an attitude which always teeters on the edge of such a tendency. But it also can be a very genuine and sincere attempt to do things in the right way.

Like the song I wrote about it, in which I am solemnly trying to give myself a break.

”Today you be kind to yourself”.

The present me holds all of this creative stuff a lot more lightly. Less angst more … perchance to dream. Or something.

Here’s to the death of dying for our artistic endeavours.