(An Ode to the Courage of Art)
The vulnerable risk is eternal for all
Lest the sleep walk of safe dilutions protect you.
The artists are
With the blessed curse to be beyond what is safe
And sharing hungry moments somehow satisfied
But a ship at sea we are
And the storms will come and be
As the rocks catch flesh falling
To feed you to the bellies of life
They are all here waiting to choose upon the carnage
Or else, the bacteria you are will come to get you
Nothing is clean
Especially the most pristine holy truths’ polished
And shined daily with rags of fearful hopes in hiding
Buying predators are known here as the civilized people
Holding no mirrors lest the glass reflects outward
Save the art works created so fine here by the lone artists ignored
Whose bones and blood are now here scraped off the street
The Wall Street express bus speeding did not see the artist crossing
The Brokers on board had only moment before the starting bell …
A good thing
The masterpiece was unharmed and there is no will
The auctioneers decide not to say
The price they paid
Yet the creation of arts’ fall goes on and on
As the breathing lasts
© Copyright 1/11/2008 C.C. Arshagra
Below the Painting ’A Wave" by Jarko*
*Originally a now older painting by Ivan Aiwazovsky. See Discription
2.! The Last months series of Events involving two other on-line communities and (Like the tile infers "The Plagiarism of Amanda Joy’s Poetry’ including may adventures here being inspired and spelling the inspiration out here on RedBubble. It’s really an amazing story of flowering creative courage.
And three (3.!) while writing the poem the image of the painting “A Wave” just slid deeply into me deep and quiet as it just guided the poem’s writing the mysterious whole way.
Thank you Jarko for your 19 years of work inspired by yet another work.
And so, as Jarko states in the images description:
oil on canvas 190×120cm
I’ve used “A Wave” by Ivan Aiwazovsky as a model. Even if it is a copy, it took 19 years (!) to paint this.