#187 The Art Of The Prompt

Wherein I double and triple down on the notion that prompting is fundamental to art, be it collaborative or personal, being able to accurately convey to others your vision that ends in an accurate portrayal of such is what it is all about.I rant a bit about my doubts regarding John Prine and wonder if he ever really loved music.It’s a ridiculous theory.At the end I knee jerkedly Included a song I wrote in 2015 upon the passing of my high school drama teacher, that, up until now, I hadn’t the means or the heart to produce in a way that accurately expressed the drama of it all.Pun intended.No refunds.=========A Song For My Drama Teacher(A New Bird)6/4/2015 merkley You made me believeI could be anybody.You made me believe being me was okay.You said there is alwaysanother tomorrow.You said there is neveranother today.A new bird flies in space today.The bluest skies were yesterday.You gave me a nickelfor my shoe to remind mewith every step forwardI was already there.You said close your eyes,feel your whole body empty.You said if I triedI could float in the air.A new bird flies in space today.The bluest skies are there today.You said, don’t forgetto hold your head high.You said to rememberit’s okay to cry.I said, don’t forget,I’m no sad giraffe.I’ll always rememberyour beautiful laugh.A new bird flies in space today.The bluest skies were yesterdayA new bird flies in space today.The bluest skies are there today.A new you flies in dreams today.The bluest skies are every day.