Wednesday, June 13, 2007

1. Jack Poo - Skintwriter

It is like a pint of cool frothy beer on hot day in June; it is like a Christmas drink glowing with warmth and promising a snuggle in front of a fire. It is a beautifully painted composition with colours that resonate and calm. But is it art?
No.
Why?
Because it is a lie.
And art is the truth.
It is superficial; it has no depth. It does not touch the soul. It is an emissary of a set of dangerous myths, beguiling us with its prettiness, but brings nothing to our humanity.
Stick it on the front of a chocolate box please, but not on my wall.


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Skint blogs HERE

8 comments:

Canterbury Soul said...

a tough act to emulate, i must say.

Jon M said...

loved the sledgehammer last line.

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Very nice, love the twist in the middle and the polar opposite ending.


Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Cailleach said...

Ooh, that's a tough 'un.

art, truth and beauty. ain't no getting away from that one!

L.M.Noonan said...

You've got my vote.

skint writer said...

delurking for a mo - thanks

plans are afoot - watch this space (or some other one)

Verilion said...

Slam, slam, slam. A very powerful poem, I like it.

John said...

da winnah