Pain and Pleasure
'Pain and Pleasure'
At the sound of Bach
My ears do bleed
On account of its beauty.
These reactions do I have
Pain due to pleasure
Art's tremulous toll.
If only the world
Outside of art could be as wondrous
As full of mounting passion and awe.
But so many are stiff and square
They claim to be truth seekers
And pursue perfection with imperfect means.
The artist can revel in imperfection
Thrive in chaos, strive in distress
Assuaging audiences the world over
With the exhibition of uselessness and expressivity.
Copyright © Conor Oneill | Year Posted 2014
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