5¹
art is simply art
attempting to define it
frustrates genius
appreciate it
look for where the artist ends
and the art begins
intentions for art
inform but do not instruct
necessarily
we each exist in
bubbles of our own senses
perceiving the world
enjoy art your way
there can be no proscriptions
in finding one’s joy
7
thoughts are so fleeting
distraction is destruction
when working on art
one five-seven-five
can be hobbled or laid low
by an errant noise
yet to be toiling
in silence robs one of that
which brings novelty
culture, neighborhoods,
family, nature create
personality
personality
creates noise, new stimulus
waves of creation
like ripples in the
standing wave of consciousness
some drown out others
wouldn’t it be nice
if only bad ideas
were the fragile ones?
5²
each of us is art
by completing the circuit
as the audience
art is different
to each eye, to every ear
and in ev’ry heart
sense, feel, emote, touch
art words lack for completeness
but we bring our own
the past informs each
being’s perception of life
and art is just life
very hard to make up
two hundred and eighty nine
syllables on art
