Regarding rich n poor poets/artists —
I wanted to live the stereotype of a poor artist/poet. Oh the romance of it! It was fun for a bit, living in condemned buildings in London, cleaning toilets for pennies an hour, eating moldy crusts. Literally. But I was a traitor to the cause. I was a dilettante — I knew it was self- indulgence. Silver spoon situation. I come from a rich family. Blush.
Hey, I was only 24!
Where’s the poetry in the Elons of the world? Bezos’? Shudder.
The poet Mitch Snyder lived with the homeless. Did he emerge with fresh insights? I wonder if it was a dilettante act like mine? Or if he’s economically comfy? Or even alive?