I do not see Art here! <br /> <br />I see scratching on <br />some walls and <br />splashes of violet <br />and black on canvasses <br />big and small.. <br /> <br />all some vomit of some <br />artist who had to spew <br />his/her emotions to be <br />catalogued as a new <br />genre on its own…. <br /> <br />“Quite remarkable” <br />the programme reads… <br />Yes, quite remarkable <br />indeed, smirks my poetic <br />condescendence…. <br /> <br />just, <br />as I turn to leave I notice <br />at the door the artist, <br />and her broken soul <br />which cannot be uttered <br />but only spewed out <br />on canvass – <br /> <br />....and I walk over and <br />place a sticker on the <br />closest piece of vomit <br />which reads “SOLD”.<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-art-show/
