I want to see the great minds together.
What would Wilde do to Whitman when no one was looking? And what would Whitman write of it? Perhaps they’d be gentle and tender, for minds so priceless need not be whiplashed. And would Whitman’s words then be of praise to a slow and sweet lover? Or maybe his words would be roaring and passionate, and their sex would be rough and hard because life is rough and hard and you don’t learn anything from soft and sweet. You don’t sell books or impact lives with sugar and fairies.
What would Van Gogh do if he got a hold of Dali? Would he shake him by the shoulders and say, “What is in your head?” Or would he find out himself? Suck the answer off his lips and into his own mouth. To have a taste of Salvador Dali’s inspiration. But then what would become of Dali? Would he curse Van Gogh? Demand an ear in trade for his creativity? Maybe they would lie together, and touch each other, and through their kisses they would mix creativity like they would mix paint, and neither’s work would suffer. Only improve.
I would like to see the great minds together. Because when they undoubtedly fucked things up, we’d get enough tear stains on canvases and angry inkblots from broken pens to want to start again.
