Wherefore Art...

[RiverNotch]

Cast out the triptychs,
cast out the saints.  
Cast out the people
that artistry paints.
Away with all nature,
away with all form.
Away with the substance
that once was the norm.
Thou art a century too late -- there are
no ways to leave, no paths to tread
that have not been uncensored yet.
Eschew the censorious,
accept the notorious
This is most unfair -- the critic
too vicious finds his censor's work
so censored too. What is eschewed
is naught; accepted, all,
and even Dali had his taste.
and mediocrity victorious,
Ah! a stumble -- too many sounds,
too harsh the syllables.
praising as most glorious
But on a finer note: the use
of "ious" to rime feels much too forced,
too close they are, and dense
the choice of words.
Now's artist
Why leave your meter? Why break your rime?
Why lose punctuation? Why waste my time?
So artless and bold
At once the champion, now the critic -- change
is welcome when it's crystal clear to where
the piece should go, yet unclear as to how.
This piece: the how is broken, and the known
seems quite ill-handed, much too easily lost.
voiding vanity and brains
in the sandbox called his soul.
And just as the theme is lost, so too the style:
once high and churchly (if a little tired),
now modern -- yet lost in the sudden launch.

Ultimately empty, done --- tired. But not hopeless:
perhaps a change in tone, in thought, in pace?

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