Crapping Out A Masterpiece, Part I

It’s funny to look at creatives, painters, writers, musicians and such, look back across their bodies of work, and laugh at how much of it is luck, that things they put their whole soul into now languish deep in obscurity, while works they did for cash rise above, the reasons a compete mystery. For example, Anthony Burgess, the writer of Clockwork Orange fame, wrote the book in three weeks for money, from a half-baked impulse in his brain, only to see the story snowball, becoming, by far, his best known work, even became a famous movie, the success of it made his brain hurt to the point he denounced his own book as he went through the balance of years, but try to recall his other books and you will find no memory appears. Though the man didn’t embrace the work, the impact of the tale did not cease, and I think that it is safe to say poor Burgess crapped out a masterpiece. You have seen it plenty in music, like the overperforming B-side, KISS was known for their raucous rocking, that is how they’re practically defined, and yet their greatest commercial hit was a sappy love ballad called Beth, a B-side to more pulse-pounding fare, yet somehow outperforming the rest. How many songs came about like this? It’s so many it’s now a cliché, and all that was well before Youtube, now it seems like every other day some amateur you’ve never heard of, who past efforts just seemed cringeworthy, just got ten million hits overnight because they crapped out a masterpiece. Max Brand writing all of his westerns, a genre that he helped to define, thought they were junk, his poems were art, yet just the westerns have survived time. The people who made the first Matrix Have done nothing that impressive since, to the point that it’s become quite clear they don’t know what made the first a win. No matter what the medium is, it seems not to matter in the least, set people free and somehow some will happen to crap out a masterpiece... CONCLUDES IN PART II.