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I am not a lonely genius

The main issue is life and how to live it. I think one of my biggest enemies is boredom. I need mental stimulation. I need a good bookshop. There is one in Krakow. So either I move to an English speaking country or find a good bookshop in Poland with a strong contemporary poetry selection and a community of artists.

It looks very likely I will spend the summer in Dublin. So that should be good. It would be especially good if I can find some poets in the Dublin area. I need to make contact with other artists. I don't expect immortality through my art. I want to live with my art. And living with art for me requires communities.

I am not the lonely genius type. if such a thing even exists.


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