Monday, May 7, 2012

state of the art

disenchantment in this era,
repossessions of skulls of houses
skeletons of nests,
bones of our belongings
in the backdrop
of a teardrop
barely sliding
like a prop,
in a silent movie
that Charlot
produced,
starred,
and wrote.

nostalgia for the bling,
and the old fling
with art,
Damien Hirst
with diamonds of death
to display
at the Tate?

genuine melancholy
missing the old masters,
blending sienna,
adding ocher,
to reveal
the Rembrandt chiaroscuros,
or goldsmiths kisses from
a son of the
Jugendstil,
or an american artist
splashing
like jackson,
under the moon dancing.

galleries
of emergent themes,
and markets,
locking all inside,
installations,
street art,
the futility of the passing
life.
objectifications,
desire,
the artistic creation of
pure marketing,
like a tide.

where are we going?
are we there yet?
a Dodo,
from Mauritius
asked again and again.







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