Thought Police Of Art Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Thought Police Of Art
At the Shrine of the Prima Donna of the self
Top Dog is the worship of dollars
Here, Tracy Emin's the high priestess
Of the cult of me me me
Cup Cake Tracy,
Whose gaze of Narcissism
Has turned the heads of the critics
Reviling the credo of Banality,
The Rebirth of Venus
Showcases Barbie, platinum wigged
Modern Woman in embryo
Critics echo the praise of celebrity
Like empty vessels in the rarefied air of a gallery
In the Shrine of a Prima Donna
Hangs a tampon, stamped with a Union Jack
A dead sheep stares from a tank of formaldehyde
In one man's piercing vision
Of the Fake's Progress through 20th century Art
Are these works of worth or wallpaper?
The Emperor's New Clothes?
Discuss. Consider. Decide
a well said poem about a different world in which we all inhabit, the only difference is in our world we are all skint?
Someone said art is what the artist decides I wonder this poem give full rein to views held by many that modern art is all smoke, mirrors and fakery with the new however odd or eccentric view by the sheep called critics as the next big thing this poem delves into this world but make only observations it is for the reader to decide I think I agree with your assessment. I sometime thinkpoetry is going down the same route onlty time will tell. Great piece thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 12:37:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A mass of contemplations that captures the view point of an observer.