Title: The artist
by Fen from Lancashire | in writing, poetry
I am art.
I am expression of self. Only I can express me and therefore I express myself. If I don't express I might as well not exist because then I would have no opinion and no point in the world.
Do I have a responsibility to the world and its people, as an onlooker? From the outside, looking in? Should I inform people because I have the power to do it? Or should I question people? And make them answer the questions for themselves? Should I say what I think or should I say what you think I should think?
I am natural. Your ancestors marked me on cave walls to try and express their lives. I am before electricity and industry, before metal, before fashion and even before clothes and before hair cuts. I am as natural as the stone I was carved upon. I am as old as the people who made me. I'm what makes you human. I am raw emotion in its simplest and most complex form.
I have changed. For your own good. You clothe my nakedness as the young should stay incorrupt and of course they never wonder about themselves because they are young and have no minds of their own. And religion-none of that, just in case some one who is religious sees me and is offended or some one who isn't religious feels that they are having a religion pushed on to them. No death in me as it is depressing and no one will like me, or new life?! As children will wonder were new life comes from and of course that is awful for any child to know. Also, no Pain as pain is something you should pretend isn't happening. Love ought not to be in me as it is far too deep as an emotion. Hate isn't aloud as hate is evil and may influence you and I should not show creatures as you are obviously far above them and they do not deserve to be in me and neither do plants as they do not feel as you do. So men must not be in me because women will say it's sexist and neither must women because men will say it's sexist. Children must not be in me because they can not comprehend me in their undeveloped minds. No black or white as it is racist and no other colours as they are over whelming. Fairy tale creatures are too unreal, electronics have no feelings and therefore are not included either. What's left?
I am art.
Art is dying.
Let me live.
It's not really a poem it's a monologue I guess. But I didn¿t want 2 put it under story because it lacks a beginning middle and end, it¿s just my view on art (and a bit of a stab at my art teacher) I performed it in a massive devised piece at the local theatre, it was great.
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