by L. Dinkens Stewart

Created on: August 03, 2008

CUT AND PASTE

Art is, once again, pointless.
Once upon a yesteryear
Poetry, music, dance, paintings, theater, etc.
Steered generations beyond mundane existence
Into the fantastical.
Through its expression, we soared
Beyond the confines of our perceived nature
To imagine and materialize
The spontaneous joy of our true nature.
Art, in all its forms,
Expressed our most ephemeral selves,

When we could not, or would not
Trust the basic instincts of human nature.
These days, however,
The artistic community has been muzzled,
Nearly suffocated of its provocative origins.
Aside from an outrageous expression,
For the sake of stirring controversy,
And hardly a gift to the community,
Art has lost its luster.
Somewhere along the timeline, we have conceded
To the almighty dollar, contrived & true,
Exchanged beauty for marketability.
In pursuit of leaving a lasting impression,
We fail.
Beneath our ineptitude, we just want
To be special.
To have purpose, great purpose.
A challenge to all so-called artists,
To include myself.
Become nearsighted,
Never quite able to focus on the bank statements
Of tomorrow, the bottom line
Or the successful reception of your craft.
Become lost in the magic of it.
Create for the joy of creation.
Give the world your soul.
Nothing less
Can, or will, be accepted.

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