#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.

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A Song For My Drama Teacher

(A New Bird)

6/4/2015 merkley

You made me believe

I could be anybody.

You made me believe

being me was okay.

You said there is always

another tomorrow.

You said there is never

another today.

A new bird flies in space today.

The bluest skies were yesterday.

You gave me a nickel

for my shoe to remind me

with every step forward

I was already there.

You said close your eyes,

feel your whole body empty.

You said if I tried

I could float in the air.

A new bird flies in space today.

The bluest skies are there today.

You said, don’t forget

to hold your head high.

You said to remember

it’s okay to cry.

I said, don’t forget,

I’m no sad giraffe.

I’ll always remember

your beautiful laugh.

A new bird flies in space today.

The bluest skies were yesterday

A 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.