One day, organized crime
Will decide that now is the time
To launder some money
Through low art that is funny
And also just happens to rhyme.
Tag Archives: Art
But Why?
Some artists create a work
With all their heart and soul,
Transforming blank to beauty,
Making pieces into whole
And then that piece sits waiting
As observers pass it by
And the artist sees them miss it
And his mind just wonders why.
Another artists makes a piece
He knows that he can sell.
He doesn’t mind its content
Or if he can make it well,
But watches as his doodads
Fetch a price he’d call too high
And on his bed of dollar bills
He’s also asking why.
I’m sure a middle artist
Is just making decent bits
To make an honest living
With his fifty-fifty hits
But it seems that feast and famine
Is the rule where art’s concerned
And no one yet can answer why
That’s how the tables turned.
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Universal Income When?
If I’m still in bed
Working hard to write poems,
Am I really though?
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Right Brain, Left Brain
Cubists make square art.
Architects just nod and smile
Then make rectangles.
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PANned By The Critic?
I drew an unflattering picture
Of my friend as a half-goat-half-man.
He didn’t understand it was satyr-ical
But I’m doing the best that I can.
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20th Century Art History
So around the 1900’s
A bunch of artists said
“What if, instead of pretty things
“We just made trash instead?”
And thus “modernism” started
Until 1970 or so
When artists became “post-modern”
And nobody came to their show.
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Technology? Up! Art? Ummmm… I’m Probably Not Qualified To Judge, But…
A lot of people are amazed
How in one hundred years
We went from riding horses
To the moon and diet beers.
What I find less impressive
Is that in that same epoch
We went from the Statue of David
To “Is this bedazzled pineapple a joke?”
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See Also: People Who Drive The Speed Limit In The Carpool Lane
There once was a political leftist
And another who leaned to the right.
They both mocked the art in banks and hotels
And then peacefully mumbled “Good night.”
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What Makes An Artist Successful?
The important part of making art
May be your visible passion
Whether for painting, poetry,
Sculpture, dance, or fashion.
It may be skill, in motion or still,
Technique from masters past…
But I think it’s knowing a millionaire
Who needs tax write-offs fast!
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Art History
In the beginning was pre-scarcity art
And the caves and the rocks were a’plenty.
Thrag asked “Mom, can I draw on the wall?”
She’d say “Sure, have a square foot or twenty.”
But as cavekids kept coming and new caves did not
The biggest of Thrags made a rule:
“You only draw pictures of how great I am
“Or I hit you with club ‘til you drool.“
Well the biggest of cavemen was one they called “God”
(Though it’s translated plenty of ways)
And for a few dozen eons all art was created
To offer him penance and praise.
Then one of those days God’s goons stopped beheading
And burning those who spoke their mind
And artists were arting about love and go-karting
And the God stuff got all left behind.
Well folks love their love (and, a bit less, their go-karts)
But artists got bored making beauty
So they started to mix, splatter, smear, scrape, and “other”
And their art got much less “bowl of fruit”y.
The people cried out “What’s this art all about?”
And the artists would pout and say “Feelings”
When really we know that the art status-quo
Was more about shady cash dealings.
And now we’ve arrived when the people are tired
Of listening to skilled people sing
And the artists are taught in the college of thought
That good art mustn’t mean anything.
So I, being me, full of whimsy and glee
Know you see that my own art is bad…
But my art’s about stuff, and today that’s enough
To make even my crap not so bad.
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