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Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Value of Art

The Value of Art
- C. Taylor

Art is worth nothing in our society.

Artless people scoff loudly,
to them
it is an idler's game,

shameful and useless.

The hours I spend,
the months
the planning

just little scraps

of "useless" paper.

I stand eight hours working
on a ten inch square of a ten foot work
I have planned so carefully it will take a year to finish.

My feet scream in pain
my fingers and eyes sore from the strain
of being so careful
to get it right

or I must redo it.

It is only one of many.

Yet no one believes that this is work.

I sleep awhile
eat
a bowl of rice,
some cheese,
and work on writing

I work on many books at once,
many paintings,
many songs,
carefully planning

the structure, shape.

it must be done a certain way
to communicate the "idea"

to the observer.

That communication,
transferring the concept

from the canvas, tape, page,
is my only real payment.

I will die hungry, and poor,

of that I have no doubt.

I cannot stop my work
it is my only way
to change

the world around me.


My tiny influence

might affect only a few for the better,

yet it is all I can do, so I must.

The moody notes of my saxophone,

the unryhmed words of my strange poem,

the forms of near-madness
that call from my canvas,

they instill something in you,
evoke feelings and thoughts.

These are worth more
than nothing.

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From the book
"The Butcher's Block: Poems of Poverty"
by Chris Taylor
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