Watching the movie “Sylvia”…

So far, the primary message of the movie is that poetesses write better poetry when men treat them like shit. The movie “Frida” seemed to imply similar things about women artists. Disturbing trend. Do you suppose there’s any truth to it? Is misery a prerequisite for great art? And if so, is it better to have a society full of happy individuals with no creative output, or one with a few unredeemably ravaged souls, but lots of beautiful forms of expression?

How’s that for a loaded question?

Whilst, a bit of a cliche as well, I suppose.

So no points for me today originalitywise…

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