Poetics Poem, Dear Aristotle

Poetics Poem 5 ********(Mimesis)****** Dear Aristotle, where, then, Do the Arts fit? You say each of them Falls to mimesis, but their works, to me, Erupt into present moments Wearing immediate faces - not masks - Speaking their own lyrics Without consideration of what came Before or will come afterwards, Presenting a stage for dialogue... Opening platforms for exchange. The artworks begin anew each time The audience receives impressions Or as the works are relived repeatedly, They may bring new strokes, viewed as Potentially new and not, as you say, “Imitations of imitations.” Inspiration feeds the audience As well as the artists, and all Of time moves to Impress upon the exchanges. (C) sally Young Eslinger 2/22/20