Wherefore Art Cast out the triptychs. Cast out the saints. Cast out the people that artistry paints. Away with all nature. Away with all form. Away with the substance that once was the norm. Eschew the censorious accept the notorious and mediocrity victorious praising as most glorious Now's artist So artless and bold voiding vanity and brains in the sandbox called his soul. Jack Belck Jack Belck is a retired university publications editor. Editor's note: The image was an editorial selection to illustrate the poem, which was not inspired by a specific artwork.
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January 2021
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