TO MAINTAIN
(DIA Beacon)
There is (then) a point where the line
does not (any longer) exist - it is a marker -
an indicator really. With no life of its own,
on its color field you can stare. You will;
the variety of visual experience in tatters.
Yes, the mind will blow like a natural thing,
and as such it is to be expected. Yet,
grounded in tobacco smoke and lucre,
nothing past trite will have been achieved.
The art world, after all, keeps its own
conditions, biding time for time to pass.
Rectangle, square, a perfect edge or not,
The whole and entire world - forever -
is but a vast conjecture. Can be.
Would be. Should.
(DIA Beacon)
There is (then) a point where the line
does not (any longer) exist - it is a marker -
an indicator really. With no life of its own,
on its color field you can stare. You will;
the variety of visual experience in tatters.
Yes, the mind will blow like a natural thing,
and as such it is to be expected. Yet,
grounded in tobacco smoke and lucre,
nothing past trite will have been achieved.
The art world, after all, keeps its own
conditions, biding time for time to pass.
Rectangle, square, a perfect edge or not,
The whole and entire world - forever -
is but a vast conjecture. Can be.
Would be. Should.
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