Luke Austin Daugherty is an old friend of the Shark Fisherman of Wales who you first met here
so this is more a return visit than a guest post. I am delighted that he has agreed to have his new book and his personally chosen poem featured here.
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Fame
Everyone wants to be fucking famous
And I suppose that I do too
What is fame anyway
I really don’t even know
Is it everyone knowing your name
Is it being surrounded by endearing fans
Fawning loved ones
Admiring peers
Jealous enemies
Or, perhaps just a single
Unfailing muse
To encourage your art
Whatever it may be
Since I have no fame, I am not for certain what it is
But, I think I have an idea
There is no fear greater
Than the fear of dying alone
And as we go, we lose more and more of those around us
Until, at our own last breath
There may not even be one fellow left by us to hear it
Perhaps the desire for fame
Is actually the deeper desire to have a form of social insurance
That, if you start off with enough people paying you attention
Even after you have lost more and more as life goes
There will be at least one unfailing muse left for you at the end
To encourage you in the art of death
Luke pours the stuff of life into whatever vessel he is comfortable with.
"There's something about being captured by a thought, feeling, or moment when you can't hardly breathe until you've taken it captive in return. It's usually unexpected and happens in the strangest places. But if you don't respond, you've done humanity at least a small disservice. Everyone should have the opportunity to share in it. As for me, I try to put the cookies on the bottom shelf as much as possible and try not to make art, in whatever form, something for 'the elite'."
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