Art versus death

 

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Lostness   (83)

 

 

 

I bought a book about procrastination
but haven’t got around to reading it.

 

Self help texts aid my stasis
(planning is more fun than change)

such titles may well stimulate
yet also fuel reproaches
staring down from shelves
while I stay useless

mocked by any dreams
in which one shines some vital
talent through
the mundane’s
dreary cavern.

 

 

An easier course
might be retreat
defensive
as a cynic
sneering after talk of virtue
lest its light disclose
base interest.

 

Notice pleasure gossip brings
when shown those famous
marred by faults

Or reassuring stories
of flawed genius
whose defects sooth
a quiet envy
at distinctions
liable to inflame
the ego’s wounds.

 

 

Another route adopts a playful resignation
because philosophy was soon perceived
exposing
thought’s futility

so then concludes:

“If better minds than mine
can reach no answer
to life’s problems
why not give up boring study
for indulgence?”

 

 

Though these methods fail
in sharper sorrows

found creating
out of desperation
with small palettes
stressed by time

too conscious
art
is versus death

whatever traces
have been clawed back

from the abyss.

 

 

 

 

(2004)

 


 

 

(Any art on this blog is mine: I hope you like it.
Comments are also very welcome!
Thank you for reading.)

 

 


 

 

(art/beauty/books/depression/drawing/life/lostness/mental health/poem/poetry/reading/thoughts/writing.)

 

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