A man with his unfading spark
is worth caring, for:
this is when he can be nothing,
but himself.
The spark in a man must not die;
the spark in a man must glow briskly.
But alas!
Such has Providence taken a turn –
man coats himself with lust and greed –
a coat of fine stitching.
The spark which once glowed is now put out,
and the fumes only take a moment to disperse
in the choking, industrial air.
And this when man is reduced to clay –
to be washed off in the floods;
to be shattered to pieces in the storm.
Nonetheless, there is a price he receives
for letting his spark die –
he gets wages –
becomes a wage slave,
a money slave,
a slave.
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Art by Lucian Freud
Wow. Amazing. And that’s a great choice of painting by Freud.
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Glad you liked it Cristian. 🙂 I wanted to have a quick chat with you, is there a way?
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Of course. You can e-mail me at contact [at] cristianmihai [dot] net.
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Dropped you a mail. 🙂
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