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:
a tough act to emulate, i must say.
loved the sledgehammer last line.
Very nice, love the twist in the middle and the polar opposite ending.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
Ooh, that's a tough 'un.
art, truth and beauty. ain't no getting away from that one!
You've got my vote.
delurking for a mo - thanks
plans are afoot - watch this space (or some other one)
Slam, slam, slam. A very powerful poem, I like it.
da winnah
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