A poetry snippet for your ignorant ass ;)

From Andrea del Sarto -- Browning

"...I, painting from myself and to myself,
Know what I do, am unmoved by men's blame
Or their praise either. Somebody remarks
Morello's outline there is wrongly traced,
His hue mistaken; what of that? or else,
Rightly traced and well ordered; what of that?
Speak as they please, what does the mountain care?
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for? All is silver-grey,
Placid and perfect with my art: the worse!
I know both what I want and what might gain,
And yet how profitless to know, to sigh
"Had I been two, another and myself,
Our head would have o'erlooked the world!" No doubt."

Not only is this my favorite piece of poetry - from any of the hacks throughout history that have been able to bleed a word to paper, or your ear - but I think it needs to be tatooed to the inside of everybody's eyelids. How many of us squander ourselves on non-issues? lol, all of us. All day long.

Relax - it ain't your bag anyway, man. Untwist yourself, take a breath of anxiety-free air and...try to be cool. ;)