It’s a Mad, Mad, Sad, Bad World
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Some artists are so desperate for the new
That they create mere nonsense, not the art
We want. They wield farce art for just the few
In their artistic clique, so from the start
They cripple grammar (if these artists are
What we call poets) or the “grammar” of
Their paintings or their sculptures. What by far
They prize is being different from the love
That normal people wish in verse’s lines
Or lines of ink or charcoal or of paint.
These artists want designs that aren’t designs
But crud on canvass, words without restraint.
“ Freedom! Freedom! We must break the mould!”
— This alone their rantings as they scold.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Jul 31, 2024 | MO |