Langston as Busboy and Poet
Here’s an article I wrote about the Langston Hughes photo cardboard cutout taken from a restaurant and bookstore in DC.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7769578/langston_hughes_image_as_busboy_and.html?cat=38
It gave me food for thought about how the romantic day job for creative types causes such conflict within some circles. It would be ideal for everyone to be able to make a living doing exactly what one wants and is good at (in my Utopian idea version of the world) but then for writers what would we have to write about if not for the more interesting career/jobs we take to subsidize our arts?
Here’s a poem I’ll speculate was inspired in part from Hughes’ work in a restaurant:
Luck
Sometimes a crumb falls
From the tables of joy,
Sometimes a bone
Is flung.
To some people
Love is given,
To others
Only heaven.
