Watch who you love.

So much is written about the arts, the hows, the whens, the artists, and very little is written about the people around the artist. Who does the artist love and why--and why do I bring it up?--because the people are half the art, there in conditioning, by influence, by emotional effects. I once wrote a poem about this;

Old Venetian Blinds

Venetian blinds add lovely depth to rooms
with charming, narrow bars of morning light
that scan your papers, books and heirlooms,
and dim computer screens to dull and trite.

The quandary is which string to pull.
A fifty-fifty guess clatters daylight in
or nighttime out. The choice is powerful,
decisive, like a TV power button.

Watch who you love. The messages and shows
and songs and words illuminate new kinds
new kinds of principles that faintly re-compose
old fusty light through old Venetian blinds.

One watches TV, one stays up all night,
the keyboard struck with lines of blue moonlight.

I wonder if anyone would see it, the 'watch who you love.' Because it is important to the art.