Thoreau in His Worst Freudian Nightmares Could Not Have Imagined Pollock or de Kooning
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Thoreau says nature does the better part
Of work oak carpenters get credit for,
The best part. Nature does the nth that heart
And mind might conjure. Brahms’ symphonic score,
Moran’s bright, brooding canvasses, and lines
By Wordsworth come from high perfection carved
From woods and canyons, and from Lakeland mines
Of God himself. Imagine quite how starved
What we call art would be if it were made
From squalid brushes slewing abstract paint
In splatters. MOMA goers have to wade
Through Id. Rejecting it is thought quite quaint.